“You can tell me if it isn’t.”
He glanced at her. “It’s fine, Sydney.”
“It’s just that, you using the word perfect is…uncharacteristic. You don’t like to use that word.”
He got to his feet. “In this instance, it fits.”
“Okay.” She sat back down. “Do you want me to send it to the printer? Or do you want to look at it again in the morning with fresh eyes?”
“Print it. I’m not sure how fresh my eyes will be in the morning. And I don’t want to come in early if I don’t have to.”
“I’ll send it to the printer.” She looked at him. “Are you planning on drinking tonight?”
“It is St. Patrick’s Day. And I am Irish.”
“You’re also about to become the mayor.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “Are you afraid I’ll disgrace myself?”
“No. Of course not.”
“I’ll try not to get sloppy drunk.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She went to the printer to make sure the pages were printing properly. “You’re in a mood today.”
“Apparently, I’m in a mood every day. Isn’t that why you quit?”
She turned to face him. “You know that’s not the reason I left.”
“Right.”
She went to put her coat on.
Gage shook his head and went to her. “I’m sorry. I’m just feeling overwhelmed with all the mayor crap. Which has put me behind. I’m never behind.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
He touched her arm. “Thank you, Sydney. Truly. I appreciate it.”
Her face soften. “Three more weeks until the election. Hang in there. Things will calm down after that.”
“How do you figure? Come May first, I take over for Bessler.”
“I think doing the job will be a lot easier than campaigning for it.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I’m always right.” She gave him a small smile. “And the layout was fine before you made me change it.”
He returned her smile. “I know it was.”
“Have fun tonight.”
“Working the bar on St. Patrick’s Day isn’t really fun. But I might have some fun after the bar closes. Although Pax will want to get home to Elaina. She’s a week overdue.”
“You might get home at a decent hour after all.”
“I’m still not coming in early tomorrow.”