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She only sold the best and was always honest with her customers. In the beginning, things had been tough for her, though, and Aimee had worked for free when Kirsten couldn’t afford to pay her employees.

That was what you did for your friends. Then once things were better, Kirsten had started to pay her. Her friend might be regretting taking her on, now, though.

“I’m so sorry, Kirsten. I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing. But I’m going to pay to have it fixed, okay?” She turned back to Ammo. “I promise that this isn’t Kirsten’s fault.”

He raised an eyebrow.

She couldn’t lose her best friend over this, and she knew what a headache it could turn into. But she was fairly certain that Ammo wouldn’t be an asshole about this.

Sort of certain.

She nervously bit her lip.

“I don’t know. I feel like it probably is my fault. I shouldn’t have asked you to drive the forklift,” Kirsten said.

“I only had that one near accident one time,” she said. “I haven’t done anything since. I was just distracted by Ammo.”

Interest filled Kirsten’s face, and she glanced over at the man in question. “Distracted by him, huh? Do you two know each other?”

“Ammo’s an old friend of Charlie’s.”

Kirsten reeled back slightly. “Are you sure about that? Because Charlie didn’t really have any friends. He was a jerk. I should know. I’ve known him since I was five when he put chewing gum in my hair.” Kirsten ran her fingers through her hair with a shudder. “It was traumatizing.”

“What a dick,” Aimee said. It did feel slightly bad to speak about a dead man like that. Even if it was the truth.

“What near accident?” Ammo asked.

Huh? What was he talking about? Oh, her near accident on the forklift.

“It was nothing major,” she said. “I just forgot to engage the handbrake once.”

“And it nearly ran you over,” Kirsten added. “You’ve got a lot on your mind at the moment. I shouldn’t have asked you to drive the forklift.” She turned to Ammo. “This is my fault, and I’ll pay to fix your truck.”

“No, no, I’ll pay to fix the truck. It was definitely my fault,” Aimee said. No way was she letting Kirsten pay for it.

Ammo leaned back against the side of the truck and crossed his arms. “I don’t think I said anything about either of you paying for it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to pay for it,” Aimee insisted. “You didn’t do anything. Well, you did distract me when you said you were here to get equipment to deal with my yard. You don’t need to do that, though. I’ll do my own yard.”

“Babe, your yard is in bad shape. Take the offer of help.” Kirsten turned to Ammo. “I’ve offered to help, to give her everything she needs. But she’s too proud to take help. Don’t listen to her telling you no.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

Kirsten smiled at him. “I like you.”

Aimee raised her eyebrows. That was unusual. It usually took Kirsten a while to warm up to people.

“You like him?” Aimee asked. What was that stab in her stomach? Was that jealousy? Was she jealous over her friend liking Ammo?

She should be happy that she’d found someone she could possibly fall in love with, have babies, buy a house.

Oh my God, are you getting carried away or what? All she’d said was that she liked him.

“Yeah, I like anyone who is determined to do what’s good for you, even when you don’t agree with them.”

“He’s a stranger! Last night, he wouldn’t let me walk to and from work, and he started a bar fight.”

Kirsten frowned. “You started a bar fight?”