How My Brother's Best Friend Stole Christmas (Kane Christmas Book 3) by Molly O'Keefe

Author:Molly O'Keefe [O'Keefe, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-21T23:00:00+00:00

Sophie

He had a good first day. I made sure. I’d put Bob and Denise in charge of showing him around, and Sam and Bob and Denise had been laughing it up at lunch and in the back with packaging. I tried real hard to ignore them. To not be jealous when I heard him laughing, wondering what Denise or Bob said that made him laugh, and then wondering when I might have said something that made him laugh like that.

But I got myself back to work. I had a meeting in the New Year with W.B. regarding budget and costs, and I’d never been invited to one of those meetings. So maybe I was taking it too seriously? Hard to say, but I was prepping the big year-end report with color-coded tabs on my Excel spreadsheet.

But then I got to the fun part.

“Open for business!” I yelled from my desk, and the first person who came forward was Denise. The warehouse mom.

“You still want to do the Monday food swap?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, pushing her glasses up higher on her face and glancing around. Some of the young guys were nodding. “I think it was a hit.”

“What about trivia night?” Bob asked, leaning against my desk five minutes later.

“Friday night happy hour with trivia? You bet. But I’m inviting the glassblowers and sales.”

There were groans and cheers, which was sort of how my ideas were received. But they loved it. And I loved it when they pretended they didn’t. Affection shrouded in teasing was the only way I knew how to accept affection. It was a whole complicated thing. “Team sign-ups in the lunch room by the end of the day. I call teams with Alice!”

There were more shouts and groans, and I smiled down at my computer. I had a few more tricks up my sleeve, and I was waiting for the quote from the new packaging supplier I was looking at for a pitch I was going to make my brother and W.B. on Thursday.

And I was keeping one eye on Sam, who was being put to work by Denise. During the months of October and November and December, it had felt like we were packing seven million hours into every day and one of the last things we were able to do was clean up. That was what January was for.

I also liked to use January to say thanks for everyone’s hard work.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked as I hung up the new January lunch initiative in the break room.

“Getting organized. Putting up a new lunch initiative,” Joe leaned over me to read the flyer. I shifted away from him. My skin had not grown back after my night with Sam. I was raw and uncertain in my body. Raw and uncertain in my warehouse, which I didn’t like. Hadn’t expected.

“Afternoon meditation?” he asked, like I had put up a flyer for afternoon decapitation.

“Yeah. The lunch room is going to be a quiet zone after lunch.

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