CHAPTER 77
maverick
The goal was to get into Torque I just knew what it was like to have nothing.
Not everyone could fix their homes or cars themselves.
“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “Tell her we’ll come look at it tomorrow morning, but don’t give her a name in case I don’t want to go do it. I might just send Zach out to do it for me.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t promise anything,” I told her. “There’s a good chance I’m going to say no.”
“I figured.”
“Farms are a pain in the ass.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like jobs that just keep compounding more shit on top of each other.
” Once upon a time, I didn’t have that rule.
But every single time I took on a farm repair, a one-week job turned into months on end with more trouble than it was worth.
And in the end, I didn’t even get paid remotely what the job was worth.
It was the only time I was bothered by that shit.
“I know,” Roxy said one more time. “But I just ask that you keep an open mind. Please. It’d be great if we paid some bills.”
“All my bills are paid,” I replied quickly. And everyone who worked for me was paid. I just refused to hound people who couldn’t afford it. Roxy didn’t mind, though. “And you’re off tomorrow, right? First day of school?”
“Tell me,” she demanded, slapping a hand on my desk, “how do I have a first grader? A first grader, Mav! How?”
“Time is a cruel mistress or some bullshit like that,” I said. “I offered to build a frame to shove him into, keep him from growing. Hell, I’ll still do it.”
“I feel like that qualifies as child abuse.” She laughed while I made a sound, pretending to debate it.
“All right,” I began, getting to my feet, “I’m going upstairs to try scrubbing myself raw to get this damn glitter off.”
After taking over the shop, I’d renovated the room upstairs into an employee area. Part of it included a shower area because sometimes none of us wanted to leave while covered in grease and dirt. It wasn’t used often, but at least it was there.
“Good luck with that, Pixie Dust.”
“Don’t make me fill your house with Legos,” I threatened pointlessly.
“Carson would have a field day if you did that,” Roxy commented as she breezed out of my office. “I’ll make you a pot of coffee while you’re upstairs.”
“I love you.”
“I know you do.”
Grabbing the key for the upstairs, I made my way out the back door, even though I had a feeling I was going to sparkle for days.