Page 17 of Forget That Guy
“I’m working on it, but I don’t have enough hours in the day.”
Literally. I was already getting up at three. Working through lunch half the time. Then when I got home, it was time for bed.
“Get Koen to do it,” Hux suggested. “King Construction does fine work.”
He pointed at his state-of-the-art butchering facility behind him that he’d attached to his parents’ Mercantile and General Store.
Koen King, a member of the Dixie Wardens MC, had started his construction company, King Construction, a year or so ago when he’d moved here.
In the year that he’d been here, his construction company had gained a lot of traction thanks to all the projects that he’d taken on with the club.
Now, he was in high demand and had a waiting list a mile long.
“Koen has about as much time to do shit now as I do,” I pointed out. “And ripping old piping out of the barn is at the bottom of my to-do list. If they don’t want to take a shower in the shower downstairs, then there’s no reason they need to rent the apartment.”
“Guess you’ll be feeding the animals in the morning, huh?” Hux grinned.
“I’ll manage,” I grumbled darkly.
“If you say so, Denver.”
I flipped him off. “Let me know if you need anything.”
After dropping the cows off with Huxley, I headed to the feed store and got my pickup right before they closed.
After I was done with that, I stopped at The Mercantile again for a quick bite to eat out of their deli section before heading back home.
Dinner was just being cleaned up off the table, and I grimaced.
I’d forgotten that our new cook was here today.
The new cook, Enid, was a fill-in for our newest regular cook, Claudine. She was damn good at what she did. But she was only there three days a week, and I rarely remembered where my head was at, let alone the day of the week it was and when she was cooking.
“You missed dinner,” Enid said when she saw me.
I shrugged. “Work got in the way.”
“Pretty sure that I saw you grabbing a sandwich from The Mercantile a little bit ago,” Catalina whispered.
I narrowed my eyes. “Stop stalking me on Life360.”
“Did you get me that Snickers bar?”
I pulled it out of my coat pocket and tossed it at her.
She’d texted me when I was checking out, and I’d quickly added it on to my tab.
She caught it with a smile and ran to her room to keep it hidden from her sisters.
“You ate a sandwich instead of what I cooked?” Enid asked.
I wasn’t sure that I liked Enid.
It was none of her damn business what I did and where I ate. But she felt like it was.
She was a great cook, but not good enough that she needed to know why I did what I did. I could happily fire her tomorrow and be perfectly okay with it.
That was partially why she was still part-time and not all day, every day. Claudine was still contemplating staying in Kentucky, so I may have to settle for Enid.
