MY LINGERING TIREDNESS made us late for work on Monday. When we pulled up on site, Kyle, Connor and Daniel already worked in their hard-hats, as did Jack and two of his workforce.
After sending them a wave, I reached into the pickup for my laptop and tucked it under my arm before grabbing my sketchpad to stick under there, too. When I went to lift the cool box, Sean stretched around for it. He carried it as he walked me to the hut.
With something to do in the cube—something I enjoyed—I thought of it less as a prison and more like an office. Rather than drag my feet over to it, I waltzed with a smile.
“You’d better get to work,” I told Sean when we reached the door. “I’ve already made everybody late.”
Smiling, he lowered the cool box to the ground. “Do I get a kiss before I go?”
“Baby,
