with how I handled the situation.”
“You dumped me after one night and said you couldn’t date an inferior.”
“I didn’t say that. I said I was your superior and therefore could not date you. You remember that part about me being your boss?”
“Only for two more weeks.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I got a new job. A better job.”
“Better? Better than here?”
She almost rolled her eyes.
“Yes, Ian, believe it or not, some people, like, oh...women, for example, might not consider working with nothing but men the ideal workplace scenario. I like the guys. We get along okay. But I like women. I would like to have some in my life. I would also like to have a job where I don’t weld all day and then go home and weld some more for my other life. You can’t blame me for that.”
“I don’t, no. You’ve stuck it out here longer than anyone thought you would.”
“I had to fight tooth and nail to earn the respect of the crew. I’m a little tired of fighting to be treated like a human being. You can’t blame me for that, either.”
“No.” Ian nodded. “So...where are you going?”
“You know Clover Greene? Runs the nursery down the highway?”
“Yeah, Clover’s great. I bought my Weedwhacker from her.”
“I’m her new assistant manager. The pay is the same as what I make here but the hours will be better, the work not as backbreaking. I don’t like going home too tired to sculpt. I’ve been putting my art career on the back burner too long. I don’t want to do that anymore. Something had to give,” she said.
“Your art’s important to you,” he said. “I appreciate that. I hate to lose you. We’re not going to find another welder as good as you.”
“You will. But you won’t find one as fun as me.”
“You put truck nuts on my bumper to punish me for telling you we couldn’t keep sleeping together.”
“So? It was just a prank.”
“You didn’t hang them on my bumper. You welded them on my bumper. Giant. Metal. Testicles.”
“Your truck needed a new bumper, anyway, and you know it.”
“Flash...” She could tell he wanted to say something but wouldn’t let himself say it. Well, she knew how he felt. She’d wanted to say something for six months now. If only she could weld her mouth shut.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“Wait, I didn’t thank you for anything.”
“I assumed you were going to thank me for leaving. I know I’ve been a...” She paused, searched for the right word. “A complicated employee. I know you’ll be more comfortable at work with me gone.”
“I’d rather be uncomfortable and have you here.”
“I’d rather work for a woman I respect.”
“Than work for a man you can’t?” he asked, meeting her eyes. His jaw was clenched again, tight. She’d hurt him.
“I respect you,” she said as softly as he’d said her real name. “I do. What I mean to say is...I’d rather work for a woman I don’t have feelings for than a man I do. I shouldn’t have made it about respect. I do respect you. I don’t like you very much, but I respect you.”
“I came on your back.”
“I wanted you to come on my back. How would us having very good sex make me lose respect for you? I’m not a man. I don’t lose respect for someone just because he has the bad taste to sleep with me. I consider it one of your finer moments actually. I respect you more for fucking me.”
“I think about it sometimes. That night.”
His eyes met hers for a tense moment before glancing away again.
Flash placed her hand on Ian’s chest, over his heart.
“Welcome to the club,” she said. She patted his chest and dropped her hand to her side. “I’m gonna go before I do or say something stupid. I’ve been known to do that. Examples include the truck nuts incident and that time I welded your desk drawers shut.”
“Wait. You what?” He ran around to his desk. Every one of the desk drawers opened.
“Made you look,” she said.
Ian hung his head, slammed the top drawer shut so that all his pens and pencils rattled.
“You’re evil,” he said.
“Just giving you a hard time,” she said. “Gotta go, boss. I mean, ex-boss. Have a nice life.”
She hopped off his desk and headed for his office door.
“What are your plans now?” he asked.
“Dinner at Skyway,” she said. “Clover says they have truffle fries.”
“No, I mean, you know we don’t have any work scheduled until January fifth. Your two weeks’ notice is kind of meaningless considering you didn’t have to work this month, anyway. Are you starting with Clover next week?”
“Clover’s is closed until March, and she doesn’t need me to start until January. I’m going to enjoy the rest of the month off. It’s December, remember? Baking Christmas cookies, decorating Christmas cookies, eating Christmas cookies, lather, rinse, repeat. Basically eat cookies all month is what I’m doing. And sculpting. You?”
“No cookies. Work,” he said. “I bought a new house. A new old house.”
“Cool. Where at?”
“Government Camp. An old ski chalet.”
“Govy? You must like snow.”
“Love snow. We have two feet up there already. Great view from my new kitchen.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It’s a fixer-upper. I’m spending all month fixing and upping.”
“A ‘fixer-upper’ ski chalet is still a chalet, Bossman. It’s like saying you bought a ‘low-end’ Rolex or a ‘used’ private plane.”
“Fine. You win. I’m a spoiled brat, and I always will be. I didn’t earn what I have, but I’m trying to be worthy of it, okay? Which is why I didn’t want to keep sleeping with you, because when someone gives you power over someone else, you don’t abuse it. And whether you like it or not, I had power over you. More than you know.”
“What’s that supposed
