Shit. She had thought she had shoved the piece of paper into her pocket before Silas had caught sight of it. Apparently she hadn’t. “This?” Nick held up the piece of paper while trying to suppress the glare that initially flickered across her features at his words. “Just ideas on how to attach cages to the back of these,” she waved her free hand in the direction of the golf carts. “Not exactly like you can just take shopping carts and shove them onto the back and call them cages,” and if that was what his idea was, well, Nick was going to have an uphill battle in convincing him that that was the worst idea ever. “And if that’s your plan, let me just say you’re probably screwed and I’d be wasting my time here.”
So it probably wasn’t the best idea to throw a bunch of attitude at Silas, but Nick had never had a fantastic brain to mouth filter, especially not when she felt like she had to prove something to someone. “Honestly, I think you’ll need to fabricate the entire cage from scratch with specs to fit the back of those golf carts, you’ll also have to take into account how much weight those things can handle,” she paused to take a breath. “And not just the weight of the carts, but also the weight of whatever else is going to be on those.” So she’d been thinking about this for longer than she probably should have and before she had been able to get a handle on her mouth she’d pretty much spilled her entire ideas and opinions on the whole matter. But the thrill of having something to work on again had sort of taken over her mind and hadn’t let go, and Nick wasn’t about to apologize for that.
A part of her was kind of glad she was still hiding behind her sunglasses, it helped to hide just how freaked out she was to be laying out her ideas. Silas really hadn’t made it much of a secret that he didn’t really trust her and somehow Nick thought both her sex and age played into that, along with her choice of friends. Whatever, she was going to prove she was just as capable as any of the other guys allowed to work in this place. That her age, gender and choice of friends had absolutely no effect on whether she was or wasn’t good at this stuff. “Any questions?” Again she noted she should probably tamp down on the attitude – it was too late for that now, though.