Rip nodded, that tiny smile melting off until his facial expression was just… more easygoing than usual. “All right.”
That was the level of excitement I was expecting, and it made me smile.
It was fine. I was ready to get the hell out of there and get to work, forget my nightmare and this morning, and just… be fine.
“I hope you like your cake, but I should get to the booth,” I told him, taking a step back and keeping the smile on my face.
“Busy day?” Mr. Cooper asked, sounding about as professional as he ever did with me because we were in front of Rip.
I turned to look at him and nodded, giving him a rundown of what I had on the schedule. “It’s been so humid, the paint is being a pain drying, but I’ll figure it out.”
Mr. Cooper nodded. “Miguel called in today.“
Miguel was one of the shop’s body guys, and one of my favorite people at CCC. He called out every other month, usually always on a Friday, but when he did, it was to take his kids out of school early so they could go do things. I thought it was sweet. For him to take a Monday off, especially on a day that wasn’t a school holiday, was weird. I’d have to text him and see if he was all right.
Rip was the one who kept talking though. “I needed his help.” I already knew where this was headed. “Think you can squeeze in some time to help me finish up some bodywork and do at least a coat of primer before you go today?”
Well, the only plan I’d had for the evening was going to his birthday get-together thing that evening… and even if that hadn’t been my only plan as of two minutes ago, I already knew I would have said yes.
Even though I would have rathernotadded more items to my list of things to do. I guess I could skip taking a real lunch break and eat in my room instead? That would clear up some time.
It wasn’t like I needed to go to his birthday thing in the first place.
Or needed to get there at a certain time.
“You don’t have to,” Mr. Cooper added a moment later.
I watched Ripley open his mouth—to argue? To tell him that I did have to? I had no idea—but he closed it almost immediately. They weren’t supposed to argue in front of employees.
Even me.
But I didn’t miss the aggravated look he shot Mr. Cooper for giving me an out.
“It’s okay, Mr. Cooper.” I had my eye on a granite countertop that was way out of my budget, and more overtime meant I was closer and closer to affording it. I nodded at Rip, still giving him a smile. “Let me look at my list for the day and rearrange some things, but I think I can make it work.”
It was Mr. Cooper who asked, “You’re sure?”
Not really but, “Yeah.”
Rip nodded, but I could see the look my original boss shot the man who was sharing his responsibilities with him now. He wasn’t pleased. It was nice at least that he wasn’t.
“If you need help, let us know. I’ve been thinking Jason should get some time in the booth,” Mr. Cooper offered after a moment, watching me carefully. The booth was what we called the large, isolated, illuminated room where the painting went on for the shop. It was where I spent most of my time, unless I was helping out doing bodywork or detailing, if things were slow.
The idea of spending time with Jason sounded worse than flicking bleach into my eyes, but I nodded and kept the grimace off my face. At least I hoped I did. Mr. C knew better than anyone how I felt about him. If he was trying to get me to work with him… maybe he knew something I didn’t. Then again, maybe he didn’t and he figured the only way to fix things between us was to stick us together. I wasn’t a fan of that plan though. “Thanks.”
Mr. Cooper’s mouth shaped into a smile that eased my horror over Jason a little. I guessed he was pleased I wasn’t automatically telling him not to send that pain in the butt over to me. “We’ll chat later?”
Not thinking anything of it, I said, “Sure. I’ll see you later. I’m going to get started.” I glanced in Ripley’s direction, briefly taking in his long-sleeved shirt and the jeans that had so many stains on them there was hardly any hint of blue still on them, and gave him one last little smile. “Have a nice day, Rip. Happy birthday again.”
In the same way he always had and probably always would, he grunted his response. “Thanks, Luna.”
“See you later,” I said to Mr. Cooper.
“Let us know if you need help,” the older man called out to me as I backed out of the room. “I can get Jason to go back there, if need be.”
I raised my hand and waved in acknowledgment.
Swallowing at the pulse in my chest from that smile Rip had shared, I made my way toward the break room and tried to prepare my coffee as fast as possible. I was going to need every minute I could get if I wanted to try and make it to the bar for Rip’s birthday.
