Sass (Style Series Book 3) by Jay Hogan

Author:Jay Hogan [Hogan, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780995132788
Publisher: Southern Lights Publishing
Published: 2022-10-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Kip

“So, what do you think?” I held the sample shirt up to the computer screen and turned it slowly so Rhys could take a good look.

After talking with Leon, I’d called Rhys Sunday night to tell him about our problem and my possible solution. He hadn’t panicked nearly as much as I’d expected. Rhys in love was a much chiller version of my friend, and one I was still getting used to. He’d given me the go-ahead and I’d emailed him a list of fabric alternatives that we could source quickly.

On Monday morning, the owner of the new manufacturing business was in my office, and twenty-four hours later, I was sitting with the sample in my hand, and pleasantly surprised by her work. There was still the embroidery detail to add, since that would’ve slowed the sample process, but overall, it was a good pass, and it looked like we had a fighting chance to save the pre-Christmas orders, after all. I’d Skyped Rhys immediately.

“Not bad at all.” He smiled. “Show me the back again.”

I did and he nodded. “How about the seam work?”

“Strong and tidy,” I assured him.

He sat back in his chair and nodded. “Then if you think it passes, I say we go for it.”

I blinked. “Me?”

He grinned. “Yes, you. I’m not there and you’re Johnny-on-the-spot. Without actually holding the shirt in my hands, I’m going to rely on your judgement.”

What? “But—”

“I trust you, Kip.” Rhys held my gaze. “If you say it’s good, then I say we do it. And I also agree with your personal top fabric choice, out of the ones you sent. The others are either off in colour or the fabric is not good enough. It won’t be as crisp as the original, but it will work. So—” He eyeballed me. “Are we good to go?”

All I could do was stare, my thoughts warring between the horror of the responsibility he was putting on me and the warm swell of satisfaction and pride his words engendered. Then Leon’s words came to mind.

It’s the fact you don’t think you have what it takes is what’s screwing with your ability to think . . . you’re already doing the job . . . You’re a fixer . . .

Rhys waited, a smug quirk tugging at his half-smile.

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll get on it right away.”

“Excellent.” He shot me a pleased smile. “You’ve got this.”

“Pfft. Well, of course I do.” I traded glances with Drew who’d stuck his head into the office to see how the call was going. “What’s a pressure cooker deadline and contracts worth tens of thousands of dollars? It’s what you pay me for, right? Whereas you’ve only recently cracked our point-of-sale machine after almost three years.”

Drew grinned and Rhys barked out a laugh. “And he’s back.” Rhys looked over my shoulder to the new colour on my walls. “I see you painted the office.”

“I, um, yeah.” My cheeks flamed without permission. After our little excursion Sunday morning, I’d accepted Leon’s offer and we’d spent the afternoon doing just that.

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