Deanna’s chest was tight and her mouth went dry as she followed Chris into the mechanic’s shop. She did a double take when there was a pretty young Hispanic woman with long dark hair sitting behind the counter. Deanna had been under the impression there wasn’t normally a receptionist.
“Hey, Krissi, I didn’t know you’d be here today.” Chris stepped up to the counter and smiled at the girl.
“I try to come in at least one morning a week to keep things from falling too far behind.” Krissi motioned to a stack of work slips arranged in front of her.
“A good plan. How’s the hip? No residual soreness?”
Krissi shook her head. “It’s been more than a year and you ask nearly every time I see you. I’m fine.”
“You were pretty beat up.” Chris paused. “I probably should have made you go in.”
Now Dea
