KEEP COMING BACK." Doc gives me a thoughtful look when I shuffle into the garage.
"I brought a batch of lemon water to celebrate." "Celebrate what?"
"One month of working with you."
Doc arches an eyebrow. "I told you not to come back." "Sue me."
He just purses his lips.
I hold the canteen up like a trophy. "Let's focus on this happy day, hm? I can't wait for you to try this lemon water. No offense, but yours could use a little more flavor."
He scrubs his goatee with oil-stained fingers. "The things that are good for you rarely taste sweet."
"There are exceptions." I tap the canteen. "This is one of them." Moving confidently to the table, I set my purse down and grab Doc's mug. Thankfully, it's early and he hasn't filled it with his usual brand of water.
Doc grunts and lets me be.
I'm grateful that he isn't chasing me out of the shop.
