Vic knew his boss was worried by the absences. Whenever he clocked in, he couldn’t help but pick up on Mr. Morrison’s thoughts—the old man suspected Vic was job hunting, which was ridiculous, really. In this economy, why would he leave a job he’d held for years only to jump ship now? To assuage his boss’s fears, Vic had agreed to the reduced hours, working thirty hours a week and shaving ten hours off his vacation. When summer started and some of the other drivers took their own time off, Vic would still get overtime by working a double shift. And he’d have plenty of time to take in September, when Matt had a week off from the gym.
Still, a six-hour shift would take some getting used to. After the late lunch Vic usually ate, he was surprised to find he had less than two hours before he ha
