her—for working at the outdoor-gear store.
“I got a call that my girlfriend locked herself out of her car. I need to dash by her mom’s place and pick up the spare key.”
“Nasty day to have that happen. You’d better get going.”
“Thanks.” He headed toward the door, then paused. “You’ll be okay, right? I know you don’t know anything about fishing and hunting stuff, but it’s been a slow day. I won’t be gone long. If someone comes in who’s looking for something more serious than a pair of gloves, stall him.” He flashed a grin. “Or her.”
“I’ll be fine. Is Sawyer here?”
He looked at his watch and frowned. “Still at lunch, I guess.”
“Okay. Get going.”
When she’d hung up her coat and stowed her purse in Sawyer’s office, she immediately got to work. He’d left her a sketched diagram of where he wanted merchandise moved or displays rearranged. He agreed with her that the store could use some changing up, that certain items had sat too long in the same place year after year, causing customers to overlook them.
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