“How’s it goin’?” Kaleb replied, not looking up.
“Good. You?”
“This stupid thing ain’t workin’ again.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s an operator error,” Sawyer told him, making his way over. He glanced at the buttons and noticed that the start button was flashing. He punched it and the thing whirred to life.
Kaleb groaned, meeting Sawyer’s gaze. “It’s too damn early.”
Sawyer chuckled. “It’s after eight. What’re you complainin’ about?”
“Mason wouldn’t go to sleep last night,” Kaleb informed him. “He’s taken to wantin’ to sleep in our bed.”
“Oh, shit,” Sawyer said with a laugh. “I’ve heard that’s not a good thing.”
“No shit,” Kaleb retorted. “Which is why we aren’t lettin’ him. But that doesn’t stop him from wantin’ to stay up all night long.”
Sawyer had no idea what to tell Kaleb. It wasn’t like he had any idea what it was like to have a kid. The closest he got to taking care of someone else was Buster. And truth be told, that was enough for him. At least at the moment.
“Well, good luck with that,” Sawyer said, smiling.
“Yeah, thanks.” Kaleb lifted the lid on the copy machine and grabbed the paper from it. “Oh, hey, Greyson came by a few minutes ago, said to have you call him.”
“Thanks,” Sawyer replied as he made his way to his office. He wasn’t sure why Greyson wouldn’t have just called him directly, but whatever. He knew his friend was probably pissed at him for having stood him up the last time Greyson had invited him for a threesome. Strangely, that had been the last time Greyson invited him. Sawyer really needed to sit down and have a talk with the guy. Make sure they were on the same page.
But not right now.
Right now, he just wanted to get some shit done so he could go have lunch with his favorite veterinarian.
KENNEDY WAS TEMPTED to kick herself.
For the last three hours, she’d continually glanced up at the clock, watching the time as though that was going to possibly make it go faster. That was something she never had to do in her line of work. Usually, the rare times she had a few minutes to spare, especially these days, she welcomed the fact that the clock was ticking by slowly. There was just too much to do in any given day. But not today.
Her appointments were spread out, which surprised her for a Saturday. Saturdays were generally the busiest day of the week and she would rarely have time for a second cup of coffee, much less time to watch the hands on the clock tick painfully by.
And to think, she’d had three cups of coffee already.
“How’re things goin’ out here, Olivia?” Kennedy asked when she made her way to the front desk after her last patient left.
“I seriously think we’re gonna have to hire someone to do this,” Olivia grumbled. “And soon.”
“I agree. I’ve got three interviews on Monday. Thank you for fillin’ in, by the way. I know it’s hard to manage that and everything else.”
For whatever reason, Kennedy couldn’t seem to keep help around the office. Not only had her second tech up and left without a word back in December, the girl Kennedy had hired to work the front desk had decided to go back to school. Granted, Kennedy hadn’t expected her to just walk out without notice, but she shouldn’t have been surprised. As it was, she had expected the receptionist to at least give her a two-week notice, but she hadn’t bothered to show up after that particular conversation. Unfortunately, the other one that Kennedy had hired to replace her hadn’t been cut out to manage even the phones.
Luckily, Kennedy had put a new ad in the paper late yesterday afternoon, but the calls regarding the position were few and far between so far. Now her only hope was that on Monday she would find someone suitable who could start immediately.
If not, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.
Until then though, they were just going to have to work through it as they had been doing for the last few weeks.
“Who’s my next appointment?” Kennedy asked, realizing that the waiting area was empty.
“You’re good for an hour.”
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Kennedy noticed it was lunchtime. She wasn’t exactly hungry, but she knew she had better grab something while she had the chance. Maybe there was some yogurt in the refrigerator. That or some crackers stashed in one of the cabinets.
Just as she was stepping away from the counter, the bells over the front door chimed and Kennedy turned just in time to see . . . Sawyer.