*Jim*
“You’ve been checkin’ that phone an awful lot,” Mike laughs.
I shove it back in my pocket. She hasn’t texted me, anyway. “Emmy had her first day at cosmetology school today. She was nervous.”
“Why?”
I sigh. “She had a rough time as a kid. A lot of bullying and stuff.”
He shakes his head. “She’s too pretty for all of that.”
“I agree,” I tell him with a smile. “Especially now. Sometimes, I wonder if the girl who hurt her so much knows what she looks like now. There’s no chance that she looks as good as my Emmy.”
“I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ else, Boss,” Mike says with a laugh. “She’s a pretty girl.”
She is. And she’s sweet. And I miss her. I’ve never worked so hard for any woman, but for her, I’d do anything.
“What’s she think of this?” Mike asks, motioning around us.
