“You didn’t even let me tell you-”
“That’s because I’m not interested,” Danny said, cutting off his uncle as he got to his feet and headed for the office door.
“It’s really not that bad,” his uncle called after him.
“Then you should have no problem finding someone else to do it,” Danny said, absently noting the large stack of files covering what was supposed to be the secretary’s desk and wondered when his uncle was going to get off his ass and hire a new assistant. His Aunt Megan, Haley, and Zoe usually put in a couple of hours each week to catch his uncle up on his paperwork, but clearly, that wasn’t enough.
“This job is perfect for you!” Uncle Jared said as he hurried to catch up with him.
“Not interested,” Danny said, deciding that since his uncle had dragged him away from finishing drywalling the first floor for this bullshit that he was going to treat himself to another midmorning snack.
“If you don’t take the job, then I’m afraid that I’m going to have to fire you,” Uncle Jared said, stepping into line beside him.
“Uh-huh, that’s nice,” Danny said, absently noting the frightened expression on the cashier’s face as she realized that she had two Bradfords in her line an hour before she had a chance to set up for lunch.
As he grabbed a tray and started loading it up, Danny noted the exact moment when she considered lying her ass off and telling them that she was closed. Not that he could blame her. If they cleaned her out this close to lunch, she’d have to deal with more than a hundred pissed-off men, forty of them Bradfords. It wasn’t a fate that he’d wish on anyone. Well, maybe on his neighbor, he mused with a small chuckle.
She was just so damn much fun to torment. It was probably pathetic, but he looked forward to getting her flustered every day. He liked it when she looked close to going for his throat. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but tormenting Tinkerbelle was probably the most fun he’d had in years.
“It’s only for the summer,” his uncle continued, obviously hellbent on screwing him over with this job.
“Sorry, but I have plans,” Danny lied, hoping that his uncle wouldn’t remember which nephew he was talking to.
“Bullshit,” Uncle Jared said, stepping in front of him to grab the peanut butter chocolate chip muffin that he’d been eying. “The only thing you have planned this year is the family getaway and that isn’t until October. You have the summer wide open.”
“How about this?” Danny asked, swiftly snatching the muffin off his uncle’s tray. “I just don’t want to do whatever fucked-up job that you have that will end with me getting violated.”
His uncle gasped in outrage as he stole the muffin back. “I apologized for that!”
Danny snorted in disgust as he grabbed a blueberry muffin, knowing that he’d already pushed his luck once by touching something on his uncle’s tray and really in no mood to end up on the ground in a headlock. “Yeah, because that made up for being pursued by a two-hundred-pound stripper.”
“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” Uncle Jared grumbled. “He sent you that lovely cookie basket to make up for the incident in the closet.”
“Which you ate,” Danny pointed out, grabbing two foil-wrapped meatball sandwiches and added them to his tray.
“I was hungry!” Uncle Jared said defensively as he stole one of the sandwiches off his tray.
With a muttered curse about thieving bastards, Danny grabbed another sandwich, which Uncle Jared promptly stole. Knowing what would happen to the food on his tray if he didn’t move his ass, he quickly grabbed another sandwich, five cookies, two bottles of waters, three apples, a candy bar, a donut, and a large bag of chips and headed towards the terrified cashier.
As she quickly added up his purchases, Danny couldn’t help but wonder why the guy that owned the coffee trucks that serviced Bradford Construction’s sites kept sending skittish females fresh out of high school to work the trucks. It seemed kind of cruel, especially since they usually ended up quitting after two weeks once they realized that they’d developed an anxiety disorder…or two.
“I got it,” Uncle Jared said as Danny pulled out his wallet.
“No thanks,” Danny said, quickly pulling the money out of his pocket and paying for his own food.
“Why not?” Uncle Jared demanded as his gaze drifted down and locked on the stack of cookies that Danny realized he’d have to eat first.
“Because of that bullshit rule of yours,” Danny said, grabbing his tray and headed towards his truck, hoping like hell that his uncle would be too distracted by his overflowing tray to follow after him.
“It’s not bullshit,” Uncle Jared grumbled, following after him.
“Yeah, it really is,” Danny said, resigning himself to the fact that his uncle was joining him for his second-morning snack.
“If I pay for the food, then I should be allowed to have a bite,” Uncle Jared explained as he helped lower the tailgate and set his tray down.
“It’s never just a bite or two with you,” Danny argued, not really in the mood to discuss his uncle’s fucked up rules about food, but if that meant that his uncle wasn’t harassing him about this new job, then that was more than fine with-
“You start the new job on Monday,” Uncle Jared said, deftly snatching a cookie off his tray.
