Chapter 8

“Ha,” Kit said, and got out milk. “Knew you’d look.”

“Why haven’t I fired you?”

“Because you love me and I’m the best at actually working out everyone’s scheduled shifts and coordinating hours and keeping track of inventory, which you hate doing. Hey, he really is here this time, seriously.”

“I seriously willfire you.”

“No you won’t,” Kit said. “And also, ooh, pretty.”

Don refused to look. “That door didn’t even open.”

“Yes it did,” said Raine’s voice from behind him. “You were talking. Aren’t you off today?”

“I’m—” Don had spun around while starting this answer, and abruptly lost all power of speech.

“Say anything at all and I’ll find a way to sue you,” Raine said. “The office decided it was a mandatory casual Friday. Some sort of teambuilding exercise. Apparently rolling up my sleeves was insufficiently casual, and I got told to go home and change.”

“You,” Don said.