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little mess as possible, so
cleaning is simple. But I’m in need of a shower. I bypass everyone
still sitting at the table and head back to my room. I can see she
laid her clothes out in a small pile on top of her bag. And from
the looks of it, Hawk didn’t really grab much. It’s all plain
clothes, nothing that stands out. Forgetting all of her items, I
head to the bathroom. It’s larger than the spare one, but not that
big. It has a shower-tub combo, a double sink, and a towel rake.
None of which I had a say-so in. I turn the knob to hot and peek
around. She doesn’t have any girly soaps one would normally see
with chicks. That would explain why she had a musky smell about
her, she used my soap. Stripping out of my clothes, I shower
quickly, washing off the remainder of my sleep. I’m not one to sit
inside a shower for hours, so I wash and dry within five minutes.
With a towel wrapped around my waist, I find my clothes in a
drawer. Time is on my side today as I’m dressed and ready to go by
the time I see Zoey finish tying her shoelaces.
    “Wow, you’re really fast.” Her shocked
expression makes me chuckle. To me it’s normal. Don’t waste time on
simple shit and spend more time on things that matter. Growing up
my mom would set a timer so we were in and out quickly, otherwise I
would stay in the water praying school would just go away. But lord
help me if I didn’t get out when the timer when off. She would send
my dad in with a bucket of ice water, and throw it on me. It only
took me twice to figure this out. And oddly it came in hand when I
left home too.
    “Ready?” I ask while I pull my jacket on. She
stands when Hawk opens the door. Soon we are all outside and in my
truck. Since it is going to be an off day, and Snake and Gunner
aren’t in, we can show Zoey the ropes and have her go down the
street to the shop. I have my younger cousin who can help. Maybe I
should call her. After all, she does have a concealed license and
it will save both of us time. I’ll call her once we are in the
office.
    I pull into a spot in the front of the
building. I see Wild Bounty written big and large across the
window. The stupid little closed sign hangs for everyone to see. I
admit if we had an office assistant we would be open, but damn it
if Gunner didn’t fuck that one up, literally.
    “We go straight inside and you don’t touch
anything. I got some work to do,” Hawk grumbles at her while he
brushes past us and walks to the back office we both share.
    “Can you make coffee?” I hated that machine
and the one at the house isn’t any better, but if I wanted a cup, I
grabbed it on my way to work.
    “Sure, is there a special way you guys like
it?”
    “Um, black, like normal coffee, why?”
    “Oh nothing, I got it.” She turns to walk
away from me.
    “Zoey, why did you ask? Is there something
wrong with the coffee back at home?”
    “Oh no, well I mean if you guys like slug
with grounds its perfect.”
    “I don’t, we just can’t figure out the damn
machines. Old one broke and the new one’s stupid. Whatever happened
with hitting the fucking on switch?” I complain, but she
giggles.
    “Okay, I got it. How about I be in charge of
coffee then, okay?”
    “What else can you do?” But as the words
leave my mouth, I can tell I hurt her feelings, but she doesn’t say
anything, just nods. I notice this is a giant pattern with her,
stupid nodding and not saying anything. I’m waiting for the day
when she doesn’t nod and she starts to yell. It will be a loud,
scary, and hopefully therapeutic day for her. “I gotta make a
call.” Turning on my heel, I head back to the office. Hawk is
talking to the guy we use to help gather traps. But I need to put
that aside for a second. Fishing out my cellphone, I hit the number
I wish I didn’t have to.
    It rings twice before she picks up.
    “Hey, cuz, fancy you callin’, something goin’
on?”
    “Hey, Shaylene, gotta a favor to call in.”
Shaylene is my