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BJ looks every bit like the working guy he’s always wanted to be.
I lift my secret walkie talkie BJ doesn’t know about. "You boys better be ready."
My employees’ voices crackle through the speaker. "First of all, we’re working guys, not boys."
"Yeah," another gruff voice grunts. "Your boy is the only boy here. We’re men."
I roll my eyes. "Come on, boys. Get in position."
"We are in position," another deep voice drawls. "Not the kind of position you’re thinking about, though."
Another voice snickers. "If you tell boss man what we’re up to, you’ll get us fired."
I tap my foot on the ground. "It sounds like you’re getting ready for group sex."
One growly voice giggles. "What boss man doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him."
"Quit calling me boss man," I snap.
These freaking guys.
Another clears his throat. "You are the boss, boss man."
I palm my forehead. "If you’re not in position—the correct position for the surprise I have planned for BJ—there’ll be trouble."
One man sighs. "Do you want the dump truck doughnuts on the table when he enters the trailer or do you want them to bring them out to him?"
Another voice grumbles, "Jesus, Justin. We’ve been over this a million times."
"I want you to bring them out and surprise my boy." I smack my forehead. "You boys will be the death of me."
"Working guys," another snaps. "Not boys. Get it right."
"Yeah," another drawls. "We’re men. Manly men."
Uh huh.
Real manly.
BJ puts his hands on his hips. "Oh, now you’re taking a phone call? I’m getting impatient!"
I smile as I slide my walkie talkie in my holster. "Only using my walkie, sweet boy. Daddy’s coming."
BJ’s eyes light up brighter than his sneakers. "You have a walkie talkie?! My day just got better."
When I reach BJ, he zooms toward me and tries to get at my walkie.
I wag my index finger in his face. "Ah ah ah. Careful touching Daddy’s belt. You don't want anything to accidentally discharge."
BJ frowns. "This isn’t a gun."
I smirk. I’m so bad. "I’m not talking about a gun."
BJ is confused as all heck when I hand him my walkie. He promptly forgets what I’m talking about.
He presses a button, then rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet as static fills the air.
"Hello," BJ announces in what he believes is a working guy voice. "I’m BJ, reporting to the job site."
