42
“Why aren’t you working on the Stansbury bike?” Terrance walked into the office. “We’re behind schedule as it is.”
Shea lifted her aching head from her arms nested on the desk. “Geez, T, you gotta yell like that?”
“I’m not yelling. But if we miss our deadline . . .”
“Relax! We’re almost done with fabrication. Should be ready to send it out for paint in another day or so.”
“So, why’s Kyle the only one working on the bike?”
“I’ll be out there soon as the ibuprofen kicks in. Kyle knows what he’s doing.” Shea rubbed her temples and emptied her coffee cup. “We’re only a few days behind schedule. I’ll make it up when the parts come back.”
Terrance sat across from her, gave her coffee cup a sniff, and glowered. “We should discuss your drinking problem.”
“I ain’t got no drinking problem
