Lisa
I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I gripped the steering wheel of my beat-up delivery van. It was a scorching afternoon, the kind where the sun beat down like it had a personal grudge against anyone stuck outside. I'd been doing these runs for the local supply company for months now…hauling everything from tools to snacks to remote job sites.
Today, it was cases of bottled water for a construction crew out on the edge of town. The order had come in last minute, and my boss had shoved the invoice into my hand with a grunt. “Get it there quick, Lisa. They're thirsty bastards out there.”
I wasn't complaining. The pay was decent, and it beat sitting in an office all day. My tank top clung to my skin from the heat, and my shorts rode up a bit as I shifted gears. I glanced at the GP
