Flirting with Finn by Violet Vaughn

Author:Violet Vaughn [Vaughn, Violet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugarloaf Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“God damn it,” I mutter under my breath as I glance around the changing area of the kitchen. The rack of clean uniforms is nearly empty, which means the delivery that was supposed to happen yesterday didn’t. Hangers scrape over the metal as I sort through to take stock of what we have. After the fiasco at the beginning of the week that left us without uniforms for a day because the driver got lost, I ordered an extra one for everyone in case of emergencies. But I didn’t expect to need them this soon.

After I change into my uniform, I step into the kitchen, still in a bad mood as I contemplate how much it would cost to get our own laundry facilities on the campgrounds. The screen door squeaks open as Ethan enters. “Good morning,” he says with a smile.

“Morning.” I scowl as I walk over to the coffee maker. The metal filter sticks as I try to pull it out with force, and when it finally releases, I drop it to the floor with a loud clatter.

“Shit!” I squat down to retrieve it and glance up at Ethan. “Sorry.” Shit, shit, shit. I don’t usually swear, and one of the rules of my kitchen is that unless one injures themselves or screws up big time, profanity is not allowed. I’m clearly letting the linens thing bother me too much.

I stand up and take a deep breath. Ethan comes over and reaches out his hand. “Let me do that for you.”

“Thanks.” I sigh. “Seriously, I shouldn’t have sworn when I make such a big deal of it when anyone else does.”

“I’m kinda glad you did. Now I know you’re human.” He smiles at me, and I notice the dimple that I find adorable in a little-boy way. It occurs to me some girl is going to find it sexy. Did he grow up this summer?

I offer him a wry smile back. “The linen delivery didn’t happen again, and I’m seriously considering getting us all clown outfits to wear until Michael puts a laundry facility on camp grounds.”

Ethan chuckles, and the sound of it, along with the trickle of liquid in the coffee pot letting me know caffeine is on its way, helps my anger dissipate. “Anyway, you have something to wear today.”

He nods and leaves me to go get changed. I grab a mug. Coffee hisses on the burner when I yank out the pot to stick my mug under the stream. Once my mug is full, I switch back, and now the extra liquid spits under the glass carafe as if it’s mad too.

After I doctor up my drink, I walk over to my workstation and contemplate my idea of laundry at camp. The cost of a linen service is astronomical compared to what it would cost to hire a couple kids—like some of the ones I met at the alternative school where I found Ethan—to run a laundry room. I can imagine offering the service to campers would help defray the costs of machines, and it could likely pay for itself in a summer.

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