“I can tell you that you’re a mouthy bitch that…”
“Miranda, please enter your vehicle,” the big boss ordered as she walked up. “Sir, do you mind?”
I shook my head.
“The bitch has my keys.”
“Can I have the keys, ma’am?” the boss asked Calliope.
Calliope handed them off and the boss walked the keys over, spoke to the woman, and the woman left.
When she was gone, the boss handed out her card to Calliope and said, “If your computer has any issues, please reach out. I’ll handle it personally.”
Calliope took the card and shoved it into her pocket.
“I’m sorry for her,” she continued. “I’ll be letting her go the moment we get back to the office.”
“Good,” Calliope said then turned around and headed inside.
“Have you been having issues with your deliveries, sir?” the boss asked.
“No.” I shook my head. “But I’ve watched her deliver other people’s packages. None of them have been delivered to the front doors. Always to the end of the yard so she doesn’t have to get out.”
The boss sighed. “It’s so hard to hire good help now-a-days.”
The door to Calliope’s house slammed again and I watched her come down the length of her walk with her feet shoved in fur-lined monstrosities she called boots.
I wasn’t aware of what the boss was doing.
I also wasn’t aware of Searcy coming to stand beside me.
No, my entire focus was on the siren coming toward us.
Calliope may be a pain in the ass personality wise, but fuck, was she something to look at.
She wasn’t super tall, about five-foot-five. But her red hair the color of Ariel’s, that never ceased to be styled perfectly in loose waves always drew my eye. Paired with her beguiling blue eyes, and fuck, was I lost.
But, like always, I had to admit to myself that she was way too fucking young for me.
Way too young.
Ten years too young.
At twenty-one, she was by far the youngest of the group of adults. Though, she didn’t act like it.
Calliope acted like she’d seen the world, by being dragged around it, and had come out swinging on the other side.
And, by comparison, my forty years of life was just too much to ever consider going there with her.
That didn’t mean that I didn’t like being in her presence, though.
Because, my fucking god, did she take my breath away.
She was fun to tease, and she got angry at the drop of a hat.
Speaking of angry, Calliope said, “What are the requirements for a UPS driver?”
“You have to be able to lift fifty pounds,” the boss started listing things off.
