Chapter 5

“Fine. Be a stick in the mud. Are we on for next Friday night?”

“Hell, no.” I hung up.

I’m sure it pissed off Titus since he loved to have the last word, but he would forgive me, eventually.

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Monday afternoon, I noticed that Ryker hadn’t come into work. I looked across at Gavin. “What’s up with Ryker?”

“Took you long enough to ask.” At my glare, he relented. “Bad sprain. He was playing softball this weekend and had a bad fall, almost broke his ankle. It’s a grade 3 sprain, and he has to wear a cast for two to three weeks at least. He’ll be in soon on crutches to do some desk work, but he won’t be working with the crew for a while.”

“Sucks.” From what I knew of Ryker, who seemed to thrive on being active and outdoors, this would probably driving him nuts.