Harrison’s POV
I take a seat back behind my desk, prising open the lid of the container to find a carefully packed lunch inside. A smile tilts up my lips as I carefully place the cover back on and place it to the side, ready for later.
Reaching for the phone on my desk, I cradle it under my chin as I flick through some business cards, pulling out the one for our local garage. While I’m stopped, I might as well sort out my truck which is still outside with that damn flat tyre. I could have changed it but I’d have to get the other one replaced anyway so might as well just get our mechanic to sort it out for me.
‘Lo’ comes a rough voice on the other end.
‘Mac? It’s Harrison Cadell, you got anyone who can come replace a tyre for me?’ I ask.
Mac coughs down the speaker, the old man must sm
