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“For a friend of Lyndsay’s? Nothing. Besides, I had the part lying around.”
Lyndsay rolled her eyes, but didn’t successfully hide a soft smile.
“Absolutely not,” Kandace said. “Give me a number or I’ll make one up.”
Cash shrugged. “Nope.”
If he thought that would deter Kandace, he was about to be disappointed.
She pulled out her checkbook, scribbled, tore out the check, and handed it to him. “Thank you.”
Cash glanced at the piece of paper, and then did a double take. He raised his brows. “This is at least double—”
“Then you should’ve given me a price.” Kandace returned to her seat.
“Better take it. She can be brutally kind when she wants,” Lyndsay said.
Cash folded the check once and tucked it into his shirt pocket. “I should’ve known that was the kind of company you’d keep.” His tone was playful. “Stop by the shop when you’re done?”
“It might be late.”
“Stop by the house then. Generous customer gave me a huge tip. I’ll buy dinner.”
Lyndsay puffed out her cheeks and sighed. “No promises.” Her tone had softened a great deal since he showed up though.
But as we got back to work, the somber mood returned quickly. The support was pouring in for Austin, but so was the hate. For him. For Kandace. I was used to it, and could ignore it, but this was going to impact their jobs. Their lives.
I texted Andrew back and told him I was going to be there when he fired Isabella. I needed to see that, regardless of whether I had the right to ask based on my job. His reply was a simpleOf course.
We were wrapping up, when Austin huffed. “The amount of work Isabella is causing all of you. I swear, if I ever see her again…”
With a lot of people, I’d assume they were about to make a dangerous threat, but laugh it off as a joke. It was easy to admit now that Austin wasn’t that kind of person.
“I’d kick her tires real hard with my cast.” He finished the thought.
“And probably hurt yourself far more than her tire,” I said.
He screwed up his face. “No. This thing is heavy. It’d probably, maybe leave a dent for like a second or two.”
“No.” Strict Lyndsay was back. “You can’t joke about this shit, even if you think you’re among friends.”
I hated that she was right.
Austin’s frown made me think he did as well. “If I ever see her again… I won’t let her sign my cast?”
Lyndsay tilted her head back and forth. “Acceptable. Ludicrous, but acceptable.”
“Can I sign your cast?” Lucas asked.
Austin held out a pen. “Duh.”
Lucas grinned and knelt next to him, scribbling out a neat signature accompanied by a cartoon of a stick figure riding a corgi.
I wasn’t sure if it meant anything, but it was cute, and the drawing was detailed enough I could tell what kind of dog it was.
Lucas turned to me. “Yours too.”
“I’m not wearing a cast.”
