Page 60 of Sin With Me
“Shit…I hope you don’t lose yours.”
“Lacey would never, but I can’t believe they let him go.”
“I can. He’s a suspected drug dealer, or at the very least, was in the possession of drugs. Most companies aren’t gonna be cool with that.”
“Even though the charges were dropped? It wasn’t his!”
I shrug, leaning against the wall. “Doesn’t matter. Makes the company look bad and a liability they’re not gonna take.”
“Maybe he can work at the ranch? He’s used to liftin’ heavy shit and being out in the cold and heat.”
“No.”
“Wilder, c’mon!”
I don’t even know where he worked. “What’d he do?”
“Construction.”
“Of course he did…”
No wonder he’s built like the Hulk.
“What’s that mean?”
“Nothin’, but I don’t think it’s a good idea with my name already makin’ headlines. No way my dad’s gonna hire him with all the bad press.”
“No one has to know. He can work on the ranch side, like you.”
“Who says he even wants to work on a ranch? Just because he did construction doesn’t mean he’s good with horses.”
“So make him shovel shit or carry hay, I dunno. I’m sure he can do something.”
“Shovel shit and carry hay?” I deadpan. “Is that all you think we do?”
She shrugs dramatically. “I’m usually there to ride and train. I don’t pay attention to everythin’ else.”
I blow out a breath and scrub a hand through my hair. “I’m gonna be late for my class tonight, but fine…I’ll talk to my dad.”
“Thank you!” She wraps her arms around me so unexpectedly, I almost miss her touch before she pulls away.
“Text me when you’re done at the restaurant. I’ll come pick y’all up if I’m on my way home.”
“Oh my God, it’s a sexy cowboy! Over here! Come and get us!” Mattie whistles, waving her arm above her head like a lasso.
Jesus Christ, they’re loaded.
“Do y’all usually get this drunk on a weekday?”
“Huh? We’re not drunk.” Delilah lifts herself up into the truck but then slips and falls face-first onto the passenger seat.
Mattie laughs uncontrollably behind her, then helps push her in.
“See? Totally sober.”
“Yeah, we only had one margarita,” Mattie adds, then burps. “Plus five.”
Jonah walks up behind them, and I grind my molars. She didn’t tell me he’d be tagging along.
