Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Wow, how original Chey. Way to go. He gave a chin lift turned, walked back into the garage bay and was instantly swallowed by the darkness of the garage. I only got a small glimpse of his ass in those white washed Levis, but man it was one nice ass. There was a red bandana hanging out of his back pocket with a shiny chrome wrench and a wallet in the other. I lifted my arm to my mouth and used the back of my hand to check and make sure I wasn’t drooling. Nope, no drool, but it was a close call.
I turned around and headed back for my truck, crumbling the ticket in my hand and tossing it to the floor, starting the truck and reversing out of the driveway. He didn’t even say a freaking word! What the hell was that? He barely even acknowledged my presence, and why didn’t I say anything.
Chapter 3
I arrived back at Nappa in record time and walked slowly into the front lobby. I had worked myself into a pretty good snit by the time I got back to work. Ember was at the counter talking to the receptionist about it being a slow day. Normally we didn’t see each other except in passing until lunch time arrived. I walked up to the counter and immediately said” I just delivered some parts to Free.”
She laughed and said, “No Fair. That’s my run!”
Her brother Max worked at Free. He used to be in the same battalion as James, but was injured by a road side bomb and lost some hearing ability in his left ear. They medically retired him, and he started working at Free almost immediately after getting back home. He was lucky, it could have been a lot worse. She enjoyed seeing him any chance she got. She still had nightmares about getting the phone call saying he had been injured. When he got home she practically smothered him with her over protectiveness.
I smiled and said, “I didn’t even know it was Free that I was delivering to until I got on Second Street!”
Normally each ticket said the name of the business that was being delivered to. This time it just had an address.
“Have you met the guy with the black hair, copper eyes, and Rangers emblem on his left forearm? The right is covered with tattoos but I didn’t get a very good look at them.” I asked nonchalantly.
“Yep, that’s Sam. He is the owner. Apparently he used to lead the Battalion that Max and James were in. When his tour was up he retired and opened Free.” She replied. “Why do you ask?”
“He came and got the box of parts from me out in the parking lot, gave me a chin lift, and disappeared back into the shop before I could even give him his ticket.” I lied.
“Sam and Chey sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love-” she sang before I interrupted her by throwing my hand over her mouth to shut her up.
“Would you shut your trap? I never said one word about liking him!” I said fiercely.
“Oh, you didn’t have to. Your face says it all. You have this dreamy look in your eyes, and your cheeks are flushed.” She taunted me while she hopped up and down.
I flushed brighter and headed towards the vending machine to get a Butterfinger bar. I needed chocolate if I was going to have to deal with her shit this morning. We have been friends since we were five years old. We met in Kindergarten and have been best friends and inseparable ever since. It also didn’t hurt that our brothers were friends as well. We did everything together, shared everything, and were rarely seen without each other. Neither one of us had boyfriends, but it was because we were picky and knew what we liked. We couldn’t be any more opposite personality wise, she was hyper, where I was subdued. I sat back and watched the action. Ember was the action.
We’ve worked at Nappa together since we were sixteen years old. Ember had one more semester of college left before she graduated with her sports medicine degree. She also had a job already lined up at the local college.
We did however have the same taste in men. We loved bad boys, but never fought over the same bad boy.
I collected my Butterfinger from the bottom of the machine where it spit it out, and headed back to the counter and said, “Fine he is hot. What more do you want me to say?”
“Nothing, you didn’t have to say anything. I already knew.” She replied. “What are you doing tonight?”
“I don’t get out of school until four, and then I have to make a run to the grocery store and get some chicken for dinner.” I said. “Would you like to come over and eat with us?”
“Well yea, why do you think I asked? You know I can’t cook worth a crap.” She said, “What are you making?”
I looked at her and said, “Probably just chicken and rice, I won’t have much time to do much more than that before Janie needs to be in bed.”
“Ok, that sounds just fine to me! I like your chicken and rice.” She quickly said as Anna handed her a ticket that said who needed parts. She left quickly after that and we went about our day, saying hi in passing as it picked up to its normal pace.
At twelve I headed to school. I was going to school for nursing, just like my mom did. I still had two semesters, and was just now getting into the actual natty gritty where you actually start learning something besides the basics. The classes were a bore today for some reason. Just like throughout my time at work, those copper eyes would pop back into my head and I could concentrate on nothing else. The time passed slowly as I listened to my Anatomy professor drone on and on about the muscles in the head, neck and chest. Finally he announced that class was over, and we filed out of the classroom into the hallway.