“Casey.” Ellis jumped out of The Rust Bucket in front of their trailer and started yelling before he even closed the door behind him. He’d been giddy ever since the talk with the Boss-Man, and he’d had a hard time concentrating on fixing the danged Chevy, because all he wanted to do was go home and tell Casey the news. He’d kept staring at the time and had been seconds away from accusing the other guys of tampering with the clock since the day never seemed to end.
His long legs quickly ate the distance to their trailer. He jumped over the two rickety steps leading up to the covered porch and threw open the door.
“Casey!”
“What are you hollering about?” Casey came sauntering out of their bedroom. Hips swayed from side to side, drawing Ellis’s gaze to the frayed sweatpants that sat so low
