Page 6 of Heat Transfer
“Cabron, you leave your kink list out of this.Innecesario.”
The front door opened again.
“You guys better not have started without me.” Maeve’s voice boomed from the other room as she came stomping inour direction. The redhead was chaos incarnate and a little terrifying.
I settled back in my seat.
Yearlong relationship down the toilet or not, I had this. Whether my mom, dad, and brother believed it, I was capable on my own.
Even if the loneliness liked to keep me up at night.
Chapter three
Cormac
“I’m pretty sure our computer is toast.”
Ollie’s serious expression had me starting to walk the moment he said those words.
All our fucking files were on the computer in the trailer, and yes, we should’ve been better about backing it up, but we’d just convinced Dad to move a good chunk of the business to electronic, for sanity’s sake.
Shitfuckdamn.
I’d been working out in the lot on the outside air-conditioning unit we’d replaced. The guy at the last job wanted a new model, but I was pretty sure I could fix this one and turn it around. Every penny counted in this field, and with Dad entrusting more and more of the business to us, I wanted to do him proud.
Our main computer on the fritz sure as hell wouldn’t accomplish that.
I passed Ollie and stepped into the trailer. Our desktop sat in the corner on the rinky-dink desk covered in wrinkled invoices and customer files. For as much as we’d moved to electronic, a large portion of our day-to-day was still cash and paper.
I pressed the Start button, but the computer wasn’t responding, and my heart thumped a million miles a minute. I dropped to my knees and checked the plug, but nope, plugged in.
“Were you in the middle of working on something?” I asked Ollie.
My brother had his hands hooked into his coverall pockets and rocked back and forth in place, clearly panicked. “Nope. Was going over invoices and wanted to upload the information to the computer.”
Great.
One person could help, but it was a bit of a reach, considering he lived in Philly.
“When’s Dad swinging by the trailer?” I tugged my phone out of my pocket.
“He’s finished his job in an hour or so.”
Decision made.
I promise never to ask a favor like this again, and we will pay you, but if you’re around, could you help us with a desktop situation?
I shot the message off and rose to my feet. The pacing began a second later. Dad would never trust Ollie and me with Brannon Contractors if we couldn’t handle a borked computer. Fuck.
“Are you going to clue me in on who you mystery messaged? Just an FYI, now isn’t the time to be hitting up a booty call on Grindr,” Ollie teased.
Not like I was doing that much since Luke. I shot him a glare. “Go fuck off, Mr. Happily Getting Laid, and with a hottie like Liam nonetheless. I’m more jealous now than I was when you were married.”
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen. Felix had responded.
Give me the address, and I’ll be there.
My heart squeezed hard. Goddamn, he was making it difficult to shove down this dumbass crush.