“Hi.” I gave Hailey my best smile, silently begging for her to have some office work for me.

“Hey, Reese. Nice to meet you. I don’t really have much today. But Monday you can help me enter bids in the computer and send them off.”

Fisher grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at a desk opposite Hailey’s. It was the smallest office I had ever seen.

“Or we could do it today,” I suggested with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Sorry. I’m cutting out early for a doctor’s appointment.” She refocused on her computer.

I stood in the middle of the dinky room with my hands folded behind my back.

“Guess you’re with me,” Fisher said with a half grin, shooting me a quick glance before returning his attention to blueprints taking up his whole desk—sans a small corner where he set his coffee. “We need to get you some boots anyway.”

“Yay …” I said with zero enthusiasm.

“Atta girl, way to bring so much energy on a Friday.”

Hailey snorted. “You’re one to talk. I was surprised I got a full good morning from you today. Weren’t you up extra early to take Rory to the airport?”

“Mmm … yes, I was.” He studied the plans, and I quickly learned I liked looking at him with or without clothes. He’d turned his baseball cap backward as if the bill somehow blocked his view or disrupted his thinking process.

“Fisher is not a morning person or a Monday person. He doesn’t like his coffee cold or his water warm. He growls when he’s mad at someone else and grumbles when he’s mad at you.”

“Hailey is full of shit. None of that is in the employee handbook.”

“Because we don’t have an employee handbook.” She rolled her eyes.

“Not true. You just never took the time to read it.” He reached in his pocket for his phone. “Fisher,” he answered.

I made mental notes.

Growl = mad at someone else.

Grumble = mad at me.

“You’re young.” Hailey eyed me. “Sixteen? Seventeen?”

She wasn’t exactly old either.

“Eighteen.” I tipped my chin up and pushed out my chest. I was five-nine with a solid B-cup. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight, like Bossman.”

I wouldn’t have guessed that. Maybe twenty-three or twenty-four.

“I’ll make sure the guys don’t razz you too much. Except Jeremiah. He’s twenty-one, really cute, and single,” she said.

“Well, I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying. My plans are just for the summer at this point.”

With a conspiratorial grin, she winked. “Nothing wrong with hooking up just for the summer.”

I wasn’t hooking up. That would have required getting married, and I wasn’t rushing into marriage just to have sex.

“Ready to head out to the first job site?” Fisher slipped his phone back into his pocket.