16
HOLLIN
“You’re going to be late to your game,” Alejandra called. She leaned against my office door. She was the winery manager, and I worked with her more directly than any of our other employees.
“f**k,” I grumbled.
“What’s keeping you?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Tamara.”
Alejandra laughed. “Is she coming on to you again?”
“When is she not?” I asked with a shudder. “She’s the same age as my baby sister. I wish she would keep her hands to herself.”
“You know that’s s****l harassment. We could fire her.”
“She’s my sister’s best friend. I’m not firing her.”
“Plus, everyone loves her on the tours.”
“She is our best guide.”
“I’ll talk to her,” Ale said. “Again.”
“Thanks.” I headed into the bathroom to change into my soccer uniform. I threw my shirt, Wranglers, and boots into my bag
