Chapter 6

“Thanks, Arty, but Priestly has me covered.”

With a deep sigh of exasperation, Priestly left the radio and moved out from behind the worktable to gesture Mal into the back. “Come on. You,” he pointed at Arty, “close the shop already. I am not going to be sorry if your dad decides to leave this place to me instead of you.”

“He’s threatened it enough times since you started working here,” Arty snickered, not at all perturbed by the sentiment. “Who am I to deny a better option? Maybe you’ll take pity on me and still let me work here.”

“Please, I’d kick your ass to the curb so fast, you’d have road rash.”

Arty just laughed louder as he headed for the door to flip the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and Priestly turned away in a huff.