ASHLYNN SAT BEHIND the receptionist’s desk, typing away, when Faith walked through the front doors of Rutherford Construction. Ashlynn looked tired from the weekend, and Faith wondered what the younger woman did for fun. Behind her stood Jed, sipping coffee from his University of Florida coffee mug. He seemed as perky as ever. He was one of those morning people. Morning people were weird. Yet, Faith felt like one today when usually Mondays were a dreaded disease.
“Good morning, folks.” Faith bounced over to the counter and leaned forward. She wore a low-cut black sweater, which fell forward when she bent over, allowing people who dared to see the fleshy portion of her breasts before her black lace bra took over. While her tanned globes were only a third the size of Ashlynn’s, she loved th
