"A concussion is not a matter of opinion, Rex. It's a serious injury that you need to stop ignoring."Honestly, she couldn't with this man sometimes, "One day, one of your deputies is gonna come in, and you'll be comatose over your paperwork because you didn't take a head injury seriously. That'll be the last thing you were doing, paperwork. Even I think that's sad." Since her return to Seven Devils, Addison had taken on the very serious role of being a business owner, pushing down the idea of leaving, trying to pretend she wasn't even entertaining the notion. Which she did, from time to time, but that wasn't for anyone to know.
"I dunno," she passed by again, this time on her way to the register, "I always liked your smile." She got away with those little comments purely because of who she was and probably because she wasn't teasing.
Although five days of 16 hour shifts did sound like it would take the wind out of anyone's sails, "Or, and I know this might be strictly against serious police procedure, but you could swing by here every morning and we can add you to the coffee order? Cally and I are on the open shift all week so you won't even need to worry about meddlesome witches."