I'm sick to my stomach with nerves on the way to work this morning. Friday night with Everett was intense and I have no idea how he is going to be with me today. Chelsea was working over the weekend so I spent most of my time painting and reading, doing anything to take my mind off the situation with Everett. Chelsea thinks I'm stupid, that I should just shag him and move on, but it's not that simple. He already knows more about my life than what's normal for a boss and now I'm completely embarrassed to see him again.
I get to the yard early, as usual, but instead of going straight up to Everett's office, I go and make myself a coffee, prolonging the inevitable. Do I really need a list? Right now I'm envying the predictable nature of the stable hands' jobs. When I can't prolong things an
