“You’re not alright, are you?” Gavin asked, and when I glanced at him, he appeared guilty.
“The next time you even think of involving yourself in my affairs, don’t.” I got up and took a quick trip to the bathroom to get rid of the lettuce, then returned to my desk and grabbed another bill.
“I’m sorry, Scotty,” Gavin said. “I really thought it would help, pushing the two of you together.”
I ignored him in favor of burying myself in work with the hope that the pain would go away. It didn’t.
* * * *
By the end of April, we were hip-deep in busy season, which meant that I worked a little later every day, and on Sundays, too, just to keep up. There were orders to fill, new customers to pacify, seasonal workers to hire, and it gave me little time to think about Ryker. We saw each other daily, but I forced myself to stop mooning over him because it wasn’t going anywhere. It would nevergo anywhere. That didn’t mean I was looking for anyone else to replace him, though.