FIRST THING THE NEXT morning, I scanned the following month’s roster. My stomach fluttered when I saw that I was rostered off for the Swingtastic weekend. Matt would be so happy if I went with him.
I wiped my palms on my shorts and shoved the roster back into my pigeon hole, along with that mini-panic. I had to focus, there’s no way I was going to risk another mistake at work. I’d gotten off pretty light so far, but I couldn’t afford to mess up again.
“Macie, bring it over this side,” Rachael directed.
I hauled the bag around the pallet and heaved it up on top of the pile.
“That’s all of ‘em. You got the net?” Rachael asked.
“Yeah.” Jeremy tossed the cargo net over the tightly packed pile of bags.
We took a side each, securing the cargo net over the load. Jeremy waved in the LAC driv
