"Where the f**k are you, Taylor?"
"At the bakery! Your mate dragged poor Dimples out the door to do some shopping with her today."
"So?"
"So? Well someone had to stay and sign for the shipment of new mixers. These fuckers cost fifty grand each! Now, I'm stuck overseeing all thirty of them, plus the extra handles, get divided and sent to the other locations."
Laughter flowed over from the other end of the line and Taylor frowned. The fucker was laughing at him!
"You know this sucks, Marcus! She shouldn't be doing this alone. I had to carry like ten boxes of equipment to our vans for distribution myself. Does she normally do this s**t?"
"f**k, Taylor, that's been part of her job since she was seventeen! She's a Bear not some delicate freaking flower," his brother growled, but Taylor d
