“Didn’t know you were an animal lover,” Archer said as he bent over, scratching the dog behind the ear.
“I’m not. The damn dog follows me everywhere.”
“Did you adopt him?”
“Nope, but my neighbor keeps feeding him.”
“The hot one?” he grinned.
I shrugged, pretending not to notice. “So, what am I doing?”
But before he could answer, one of the brothers called out for everyone to listen.
“Alright, we have a lot of drives to plow and side roads to get to.”
I leaned over, keeping my voice low. “Doesn’t the city have plows for this?”
“Apparently, there are too many side roads and with the drifting, it takes too long to get everyone cleared out.”
“We’ll give each of you a district to stick to. If you’re in town, pay extra attention to our elderly community. I don’t want to see anyone older than sixty out there shoveling their own drives!”
“Which brother is this?” I whispered.
“Liam.”
“Isn’t he the one whose house burnt down?”
He nodded. “He’s rebuilding on the other end of the property. You taking the dog with you?”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“Alright, let’s get to work!” Liam called out.
I headed over to the brother handing out assignments, but was cut off by Liam stalking over to me, planting himself right in my path.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
“Let’s talk.”
If there was one thing I hated, it was talking with someone who just assumed I would listen. The other was some asshole thinking he could intimidate me into doing whatever the hell he wanted.
“I’ve got work to do.”
“This will only take a minute,” he said, grabbing me by the arm.
I bit my tongue out of respect for Lizzy, but if this asshole tried anything, he’d be flat on his back before he even knew what was happening.
“What the hell is going on with Lizzy?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, pretending I had no fucking clue what he was talking about.
“A few weeks ago, she showed up at the house with red, baggy eyes. She’d been crying, and I don’t like it when my baby sister cries.”
“Well, I’m really sorry about that. Maybe you should look the other way.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, blocking my exit. “See, that was about the same time you started working at the bar.”
“And?”
