Chapter Twenty-Three
“Carrie, how many days are you working this week?” Rex started across the small office, which was situated at the back of the community hall. Carrie was on the old laptop at one of the long wooden tables. Rex had thick, dark, shaggy hair and wore faded blue jeans that hung low from his large midsection.
“I’m putting in three this week, if that’s all right. I won’t go over twenty hours.”
“We’d pay you for more if we could, but we don’t have that much funding,” he said, stopping in front of the table and just watching her. She stopped typing and saved the changes she’d made to the organization’s website, which was meant to keep all members of the environmental group up to date on the details of the project they were trying to put a stop to.
“I appreciate what you pay
