Chapter 35
The season was winding down. It was still hot as f**k during the day—the heat probably wouldn’t break until mid to late October—but at least it wasn’t so horrible at night anymore.
Scooter was in his office, ostensibly doing the books, but in reality, watching Andy sweep the floor. Kat had finally lost her cool a few weeks back and dragged him out to Norfolk to get a haircut, some new jeans, and a pair of decent shoes that would serve him well for long hours on his feet. Scooter didn’t know about the shoes, but he did like watching Andy’s ass in the new jeans, cleanly outlined and perky.
Besides, the books were depressing.
Between the fire and the storm, they were still hurting. They weren’t quite in debt, but profits were going to stretch lean during the winter months. A co
