Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“I did, but I didn’t realize it would be this much more.”
“Did they not give you an amount?”
She looks away. “Well, they did, but I was hoping you could have done it for cheaper.”
“Look, Shirley, I hear you, I really do, but the problem is there was a lot of work to be done on your car. And those guys really put a lot of time into fixing it so it can be safe for Robert and yourself. So, you understand, we can’t make it cheaper without basically saying their hard work is for nothing.”
She purses her lips. “I guess they did a good job.”
“I mean, look at them Shirley,” I say, turning to group of guys busily working on cars. “Have you ever had a group of such strapping young men work on your car before?”
She flushes. “I do like bringing it here. I can’t deny it.”
I wink at her. “I can see why. Listen, when you bring your car in for us to check everything is going well in a month, I’ll throw in a free oil change and I’ll rotate your tires for you. What do you say?”
She perks right up. “You’re a dear, you really are.”
“Anything for my favorite customer.”
She grins.
And that right there, ladies and gentlemen.
Is how it’s done.
21
“WAIT,” I SAY, BLINKING slowly as I watch the hellfire unfold outside the garage. “How the fuck did I not know that Hugh has a daughter?”
Eve gives me a wide-eyed expression. “Because we’ve only seen baby momma once, and he doesn’t talk about it. As far as I know, he goes and visits her once or twice a week but that’s as much contact as he’s had so far. She’s super cute, right?”
I glance at the baby, who I would have no idea the age of because I don’t do babies, but that one is definitely cute and looks just like her daddy. The woman looks very well to do, judging by her clothes and the way she holds herself. There is no doubt she’s from a rich family, in fact, I’d say she’s familiar. I feel like I’ve seen her before.
“That girl is the daughter of the one and only Theodore Ravenswood,” Eve explains.
I blink. “Oh shit, you’re kidding?”
I know the Ravenswood’s, everyone in town does. They’re from the next town over, that’s maybe twenty minutes away, but they’re rich. They practically own every ranch and big piece of real estate in this area. They’re a big name. They run and own the biggest country club in that town, that only the elite go to. My father and Theodore did business, which is where I’m certain I’ve seen her before.
“Do you know them?” Ramona asks.
“I don’t know them personally, but my father had a lot to do with them. They’re rich as fuck, like, blow your mind rich.”
“Yeah,” Eve nods. “And now their sweet angel has a baby with a biker. I wonder if she’s told her family yet?”
“Judging by the way she’s swinging her arms around right now, I’d say yes.”
We all look at them talking, and the girl is waving her arms around, yelling something while Hugh hangs onto the baby, who is staring at him in a way that’s freakishly adorable.
The two of them start arguing louder and louder, and I know that’s my que to send them inside. We don’t need customers hearing them have a domestic right out front of the garage.
I walk over, hating to interrupt but knowing I don’t have a great deal of choice. I carefully tap the girl on the shoulder, for the life of me I can’t remember her name. She’s gorgeous though, that whole family is, no wonder she snagged herself a biker for a night. She turns when I tap her shoulder and her eyes zone in on me. Well, this should be interesting.
Her deep blue eyes lock onto mine and she flicks her perfectly styled, perfectly blond hair over her shoulder and crosses her arms. “Can I help you?”
“Sorry to interrupt your little dispute, but customers are staring. Hugh, can you take it inside?”
She looks over at the two customers waiting to pick up their cars and her face goes a little red.
“Come on, Starla,” she says, taking the baby from Hugh.
She called her kid Starla?
Okay then.
“Wait, Delilah,” Hugh says, his face tight.
Delilah, that’s her. I remember her now. She was a few grades above me, we went to the same expensive as fuck school. She always hung out with the rich girls, the ones who were so stuck up they wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire, just in case the flames got too close to their perfect hair.
“I’m not doing this here, Hugh. You either want to be in Starla’s life, or you don’t. I want a full-time parent, not a half time one. So, the choice is yours.”