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"Is it true?"
I twist around in my chair to the voice in the doorway. There stands my shop foreman, aka baby brother Emmett, goggles pushed back in his hair, pencil tucked behind his ear, a set of dog-eared rolled up drawings in his beefy hand.
And a huge smile on his face.
"What are you doing up here, Em?" Rose asks, manager to employee.
"I had a question on this leg taper and needed to meet with the designer."
He takes three steps before knocking knees with me.
"I wasn't sure I'd ever see this guy again," he grins.