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“Fuck it all to goddamn fucking hell,” I swore, staring down at the mess of sockets that had fallen out of the wrench set I’d knocked over.

“Are you okay?” Zander asked from his workstation.

“Fine.” I scrubbed a hand through my hair and knelt to pick up the fallen sockets. “It’s nothing. Just a klutzy moment.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, coming over to help me pick up the mess.

“Yeah.” I scooped up a few of the sockets.

“Luka.”

I stilled. Something about the way Zander said my name hit me right in the chest. Maybe it was his calm tone, or maybe it was the concern I could hear. Either way, I looked up at him, almost on impulse and not because of any conscious decision.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his dark eyes scrutinizing me.

My cheeks flushed hot. That look was doing things to me it had no business doing.

“I know we’re not close, but I’ve gotten the impression that things aren’t great for you right now,” he said, his voice low and his gaze piercing.

I dropped my gaze, my neck heating with embarrassment. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a disaster. I know I’m making things harder around here—"

“That’s not what I meant.” He picked up a few of the fallen sockets and handed them to me. “It’s you I’m worried about, not work.”

I held out my hand for them. His fingers brushed against my palm as he pulled his hand back, and the crackle of energy between us was so strong I nearly dropped the damn things again.

“I’m…” I started to tell him I was fine, but the words died on my lips. He looked so sincere and concerned, like he truly cared about me and not the extra work I was creating for him. “I’m not not okay,” I hedged.

He raised one eyebrow in question.

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly. I just have some stuff going on,” I said lamely. “Friend drama, family crap. Life in general.” I huffed out a laugh. “It’s a lot sometimes.”

“It can be.” He grabbed the last of the sockets from where they’d rolled under my worktable and handed them to me. “Do you have someone you can talk to about what’s going on?”

I plunked the sockets on my worktable with a rueful shake of my head. “No, and that’s part of the problem.”

He bit his lip, like he was either stopping himself from saying something or he was trying to work up the courage to speak. I couldn’t tell.

I might spend all week with Zander, and we were alone for the majority of that time, but I didn’t know him well enough to read his expressions.

“Do you want to maybe go somewhere after we close up?” he asked, his cheeks flushing pink under his golden skin. “You don’t have to talk about anything, but maybe having some company will help.”

I blinked at him. He wanted to hang out after work?

“Never mind.” He stood and brushed his hands off on his coveralls. “I’m sure you’re busy—”

“No, I mean, I’m not busy. I’d like to, if you still want to,” I said, stumbling over my words as I stood too.

A smile tilted the corner of his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” A strange flutter moved through my chest, not quite nerves, but similar to excitement.

“I’ll go check in with Cass and see if we have any more appointments coming in tonight. Do you need to take a break? Maybe grab some water?”

I shook my head. “I’ll be fine. Just need to make sure I watch where I put my elbows.”

He chuckled. “That’s usually a good idea. I’ll be back in a bit. Hopefully with good news.”

“Fingers crossed.”

I tried not to watch his ass as he walked toward the front of the shop but failed miserably. He had a nice one, even under his loose coveralls.

Jesus fuck. I was at work. Creeping on my coworker, who was also my de facto boss for the night, was the last thing I should be doing.

And he was straight.

I really needed to get over whatever this was before I said or did something that made him uncomfortable and gave away my secret. 

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What can I say about myself? It’s kind of like being the new kid in school and being asked to tell everyone a bit about yourself. Anyone else forget everything they’ve ever liked, thought of, and even their name in those moments?

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I currently live on Canada’s east coast with my kiddo and my cats. I have a shoe collecting addiction, and I enjoy taking long walks, discussions with friends, and reading anything and everything I can get my hands on.

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