Page 113 of Stuck With You
Luke emailed me over the weekend and told me that he could start on Monday. The farm boy was here before I arrived this morning.
“All right, boys,” Krissy hollers. “Saturday morning, bright and early. Bring your muscles, but pissy attitudes and groans will be parked at the curb.”
Trig rolls out from underneath a truck and sits up. “Do you want our help or not?”
Krissy sets her hands on her hips. “Yes, but for every smartass comment or complaint, there will be a deduction from the dinner allowance.”
“That’s not fair. We’ll end up paying for it after helping you move,” Wind yells from the pit.
Krissy grins.
“I can help.” Luke pops up, his bright, young eyes focused on Krissy.
“Are you capable of lifting boxes and moving quickly?” Krissy asks, and he nods. “You’re hired.” She gives him a thumbs up, crossing to the door. “Pizza and beer are on me if these numbnuts can keep their traps shut.”
“Lata losers.” She waves duces, and the door bangs closed.
Wind’s voice comes from the pit. “Hey, Princess Leia. I know you’re trying to be helpful, but just know that’s Slade’s sister.”
“Eyes and hands to yourself, man, and finish that up,” Carson points to the remaining tires needing to be installed and walks toward me.
Luke’s cheeks turn bright red. “I was just . . .”
“It’s all right,” Trig says, slapping him on the shoulder. “We gotta lay down the ground rules. It’s part of the initiation.”
I pull up the afternoon schedule, and Carson leans against the counter.
“Everything ok?”
Krissy walked in with our lunch orders and announced she had received her DNA test results. When she started to dissect them, I pulled her into the office, not wanting to discuss her personal information in front of everyone.
I scroll through the remaining appointments. “Yeah. She wants me to do one of those tests.”
He runs a hand over his scruffy face. “But her results are ok?”
His eyes flick between mine, and I frown, wondering if she told him about the test and why she was doing it.
“Yeah. She’s not a carrier for the genes our mom had.”
He nods slowly. “That’s good. She wants you to do a test?” His brows pull together.
“There’s some stuff she thinks is strange. She wants to see if my results show the same thing.”
“And that’ll tell you something?”
I huff. “Hell if I know. If it’ll keep her from searching for our dad . . .”
Carson is the only one who knows about our dad, and that’s only because we ran into him one night while having a beer after the gym.
“She wanted to?” he asks softly.
“That asshole will only hurt her, and I’ll be damned if I see that happen.”
He pushes out a breath. “Want to hit the gym tonight?”
I nod. “Sure.”
Wind joins us, leaning his elbow on the counter next to me. “So, have you heard anything from Sarah? Re-extended an invitation for Saturday dinner at Krissy’s, perhaps?”
