Fixed Infatuation by Stacy Borel

Author:Stacy Borel [Borel, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Stacy Borel
Published: 2018-03-24T18:30:00+00:00

Blake

20 years old

I WAS DEAD ON MY FEET and caked in mud. It had been nonstop rain for almost three weeks now. My mood, along with the men on the job were becoming a little testier than normal. We were all working a little farther from home in the Olympic National Forest. We’d won a bid to build a state park building for tourists, and the drive was over an hour one way. Waking up at five every morning to be on site before my guys was important to me but very hard on my body. It had only been nearly two years ago that I’d started really taking over my dad’s company. Most of these men were twice my age, and I knew it wasn’t easy having a ‘kid’ boss telling them what they needed to be doing. My dad hired them, and it was him they’d rather hear from. But right now, that was impossible.

So, I made sure I was there before they showed up, and I was always the last to leave. I wanted to earn their respect. If they respected me, they would stay on our payroll. And frankly, we couldn’t afford to lose anybody else right now.

I was pulling up to the house in my 1983 Ford truck I’d saved my own money and bought myself. I’d always wanted a single cab, old beater. It was a classic. Its loud engine that I beefed up and modified roared one more time before I killed the ignition. I needed a hot shower, and a solid meal before I checked on Layla’s homework and crashed for the night.

I stripped off my shoes and unzipped my Carhart in the mudroom before stepping inside. My sister was sprawled out across the love seat and oversized ottoman. She had papers scattered and the television turned up too loud. How she was able to concentrate with the obnoxious sound of SpongeBob Square Pants’ laugh was something I’d never understand. But she said she tuned it out most of the tine. She just wanted noise in the background. She was twelve years old and finally able to stay at home for a few hours at a time by herself. She knew the rules I’d given her and if there was ever an emergency she knew to call me.

“Hey, kid,” I said as I walked past her and kissed the top of her head.

“Hey.” She curled her lip and sniffed the air. “You smell terrible.”

“And you have no filter. Do you have homework?”

Layla shrugged. She was chomping on a piece of gum and smacking her lips. Her long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and she had warm hazel eyes. She was the spitting image of our mom. “Nah. Just a little health, and a page of math.”

I would have sat down, but some of the dirt that was clinging to me would flake off on the couch. Plus, I probably wouldn’t get back up again. So I stood beside her and turned the TV down.

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