Page 62 of Delivery After Dark
“South Shore of Boston.”
“What do you do there?”
“I’m an electrician.”
“You are?” Her eyes went wide. “Really?”
Laughing at her reaction, he said, “Really. Why? What’s so great about that?”
“Ever since we had the big blackout last year, I’ve had one glitch after another at the studio. Maybe you could take a look for me sometime?”
“I’d be happy to.”
“That’d be amazing. Our electrical grid is antiquated out here. The blackout revealed a lot of weaknesses. I think most of them are in my place.”
“We’ll get you straightened out. No worries.”
“When word gets out that there’s an actual electrician here, you’ll be in hot demand.”
“Is that right?”
“Oh yeah. It was like when we found out Duke’s fiancée, McKenzie, knows QuickBooks. We all snapped her up, and now she’s self-employed doing the books for most of the island’s businesses.”
“That’s a good skill to have.”
“She’s finding that out. We literally fight over her.”
“That’s funny.”
“Don’t tell anyone else that you have this skill until you fix my shit, you got me?”
Grinning, he said, “Yes, ma’am.”
“I mean it.”
That made him laugh as their waitress approached the table to recite the list of specials.
“What can I get you from the bar?”
“I’ll do a glass of the house pinot grigio,” Sierra said.
“Sam Adams draft for me, please.”
“Coming right up.”
“That seafood special sounds good,” Morgan said as he perused the menu. “I might have that.”
“I’m thinking steak.”
“Do you like seafood?”
“Love it.”
“We could get one of each and do some sharing.”
“Works for me.”
A pretty woman with short red hair and a round pregnant belly approached their table. “Hi, Sierra. I thought that was you.”
