Garlette sighs. “Well, she’s home now, and she still has no pictures. When you’re done there can you go back? Before Walnut?”
I roll my eyes. “I got good signal from the tap there. It’s an inside problem. Customer equipment, or customer ed. This install will take a little longer—”
“If you get the chance,” she says. “I can send Joe over there to help with the install, if you want. He’s back from lunch.”
I don’t want Joe to come here. I don’t want anyone else to be here but me and this boyish man who can’t keep his eyes off me, and did he just lick his lips? I’m pretty sure I saw it from the corner of my eye, that pink tongue flitting out from between those full lips…
“I’m fine,” I stammer, flipping through the papers on my clipboard for the work order from this morning. “It’s a pre-wire
