You need to stay sharp.”

He poured the dark coffee into the lid and pushed it firmly into my palm.

His thumb rested on the metal rim while he watched my face.

“Take a nice long drink,” Garrett said.

I lifted the lid to my mouth and let the hot rim touch my lower lip, holding the coffee behind my teeth without swallowing a drop.

Miller called over from the rig, asking about the shift schedule for the east bridge pour.