I parked Herc beside Adrian’s beat-up Dodge, right next to the office trailer at ConcreteXpress. It was still dark out, but a thin line of orange was visible on the horizon. The pit beyond the trailer was quiet, since digging wouldn’t start up until six o’clock. The lights were on inside the office, and through the open blinds, I could see Adrian sitting at his desk.
He had no right looking that good so early in the morning, with his tousled blond hair that still had no gray in it. Adrian hadn’t shaved, so sexy stubble was on display, the only place that dared to show some white peppered in with the blond scruff. He glanced up when I entered, dark brown eyes appraising my appearance.
“You look like s**t, Trev,” he said, by way of greeting.
“Good morning to you, too, old man,” I retorted
