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“Hm.”
They exchanged similar arched eyebrows.
Justin was the head engineer and house manager on the weekends. He handled the commercial clients—like TV spots and jingles. And up until Sunshine Capone had walked in eighteen months ago, that had been their main source of income.
Chase did a lot of the mixing for Justin’s clients.
It bothered her that he hadn’t come in again today.
Or most of last week.
He’d called out sick quite a few times the last couple of months and it hadn’t felt like the truth. But she couldn’t just run around accusing people of lying about being sick.
One of the cool things about where they worked was the flexibility. They’d all had to shuffle calendars for each other when opportunities arose that took them out of the studio. Like that time she tried to be in a band. Or when she had to go on location for VIP clients.
“I saw him a few days ago at Cassandra’s house show. He spotted me and disappeared.” Justin crossed his arms over his chest.
Conversations like this always made everyone uncomfortable.
No one wanted to gossip about their friend and co-worker. But sometimes information had to be shared to get the job done.
“How was the show?” Nikki asked. She’d wanted to go but it had been the second date with Ryan and he’d taken her to a movie.
Actually, it had been a documentary.
Which, at the time, she’d thought he was doing to impress her.
But it wasn’t until she got there that she found out it was a documentary on baseball.
Again, nothing against baseball.
She just wasn’t into it.
And now she knew a lot more about it than she ever cared to. Still didn’t make her love it.
“It was good.” Justin wagged his head back and forth. “They’re still rough around the edges but they got the spirit.”
Her lips quirked up on the side. “Sometimes that’s all you need.”
“I’ll let you know if I hear from Chase.” Justin gestured at the pile of equipment they’d made in the middle of the room. “Can we put this stuff in your office for a minute?” he asked.
She heaved a loud sigh. “I don’t really have a choice. Yeah. But I might need some help making room in there first.”
“I can help with that,” a familiar male voice said.
Goose bumps immediately broke out along her forearms and her gaze darted to one of the workmen in the room.
She jerked her chin back and a muscle in her neck cried out in pain.
“What? Ow!” She grabbed the back of her neck. “What?” she repeated.
André rubbed his gloved hands together and took a step her direction. “I can help make room in your office.” He frowned at her expression. “Are you okay?”
“What? No. What?” She knew she wasn’t being clear in her questions becausewhat?
André took another step towards her, concern furrowing his brow further. She retreated and winced when her stiff body protested at the sudden movement.
“Fuck,” she hissed.
