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As soon as they had walked out the back of the building Rum laughs, “Geez, Echo was quick to offer wasn’t he?”

“He was quick. But if you want her to work with us, you may have to give him a warning,” I say but laugh at the same time.

“She’s an adult, and I’m not getting involved in anyone’s love life. But this could mean expenses before we start the pit stop program.”

“I reckon it’s a good thing to rip it all out now, and then we'll know it’s up to standard. The last thing we need is some asshole inspector coming because someone complained. If we have it all done now, it’ll be ready for use and won’t need any repairs for a long time. If any trucker breaks anything, then they’ll have to pay for it.”

I quickly make my way out of the office and over to the showers. What I don’t expect to find is Briony pinned to the wall and Echo kissing the shit out of her. When I cough to get their attention, Echo grins like a fool, and Briony flushes the color of a tomato.

“Well, what about the showers?” I am doing my best not to burst out laughing at the situation. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll leave you two to sort this out.” I quickly walk out but don’t even try to stop the loud laughter that escapes.

Chapter 34

TRUCK

Two days after finding Briony pinned to the wall she is back again and flushes brightly when she sees me. I can imagine she’s thinking of the moment I found her and Echo, but who am I to be bothered about that?

“Morning, Briony. Are the showers working okay now?” I ask, keeping my voice even, not showing any of the amusement I feel.

“I estimate that doing the showers, plus the changing areas attached to the showers will take me three hours. That is if I need to do them all. If they have not been used, I’ll lightly wipe around keeping a deep clean for the days they are used. Would that be what you want me to do?” Briony asks.

Now, Briony is around 5’7” with short blonde hair, and she has some tits on her. She’s not a small woman, but she’s what you would class as a day-to-day size, not thin and not overweight. I’m not sure how you’d describe her except eye-catching.

“I think we'll play it by ear, Briony. A standard wage will be paid to you, and any extra time you put in we’ll pay you for. Rum is the one who will sort all that out with you, so pop on into the office,” yeah, he employed her so he can sort it all out. I know I’m the manager, but he is a co-manager, and she is his to sort out.

“Okay, thanks, Truck. I’ll speak to Rum now. But can I tell you how thankful I am that you have given me the opportunity. I needed a job, and this has been a lifesaver for me.”

I pat Briony’s shoulder lightly and give her a small smile. “I may have some more work for you if you need more hours. My house is nearly finished on the compound, and Rory works at the diner, so we may need help to keep on top of cleaning. I’ll speak to Rory if you are interested?”

“Oh, I would be interested. Thank you.”

“I’ll let you know, Briony.” I quickly walk toward Bull’s modular office. It’s impressive, and I know he’s happy with the layout and the efficiency that they are all seeing on call-outs.

Walking into the office, I give a chin lift to Winger, who is manning one of the stations. Bull looks over from the desk he is sitting at in one corner of the room. “Morning, Truck. What can I do for you?”

I drop into a seat next to Bull’s desk as I reply. “Well, I wanted to know your thoughts on this camera feed. What do you think was going on? And what do you think we should do about it if it happens again?” I add and because I have my own ideas of what to do with scum that has a woman so scared she hides under a fuckin’ truck.

“If they come back, I’ve told anyone here in the office to get the woman in here safely, and to grab the asshole. Let him meet Pres regarding his treatment of women. We all know what persona Tracker is in, he hates women being abused in any form. Maybe Pres can test that new formula of acid Robert’s cousin sent last week.” Bull chortles at the last, and I can’t help but smirk.

Winger spins his seat around to join the conversation. “I’m on late shifts starting tomorrow, and if I catch the asshole, he’ll regret chasing a woman onto the property. I cannot stand men who think they can treat women like shit. I’ll show him bad treatment.”

“Yeah, I reckon any of us would,” Bull replies. “She had to be frightened that he’d find her when she scurried under the truck. Watching that feed made my stomach turn.”

My phone vibrates, letting me know I have a message. Taking it out of my cut, I quickly check it out.

Jeremy: Truck your house is finished and I’ll drop your keys with Books.

Truck: Thanks, Jeremy. Did Coin pay you?

Jeremy: Yes, he said you had arranged for him to pay as soon as it was completed. We are finishing Tracker’s next. Boy, that’s a large house.

Truck: Yeah, he said he wanted five bedrooms, blah, blah. I was surprised but not surprised at the same time. We all know he loves a big house, and it’s time he found a woman to fill it with kids.

Jeremy: God forbid we have a lot of little Tracker’s running around.

“Well, my house is done. I’ve just gotta pick up the keys.” I rub my hands together with a huge smile on my face, which, of course, Winger wipes off.

“Gee, you know that means furniture shopping, don’t you? Then there are all the things you need for the kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, etcetera. Rather you than me, Brother.”