Chapter 108 Ronan And Connor

• Three trucks are lined up side by side, and six big, muscular guys are busy cutting and stacking wood in the back of them. Clearly there was a "type"when they hired staff for the outdoor team: strong and robust. A flutter of nervous flutters sizzles in my stomach. Do they know I'm going to work with them? What will they think? I wish I didn't care so much about what others think.
• "Take a pair of gloves. You'll help stack wood today. We have a lot to replenish after the busy weekend and they're announcing rain for the next few days, so we'll be here most of the day,"Darryl looks at me suspiciously. "I hope you're up to it."
• I pick up the pair of work gloves, too big for my child"sized hands, and step out of the truck without saying a word, because it doesn't matter what I say. Darryl has already made up his mind about me. Connor sees me first, and seems taken aback because his face twists in shock. Ronan, standing on a piece of wood with an axe in hand, his jacket already off despite the cool morning air, freezes halfway."