“He just showed up and then gave you a mind-blowing kiss?”
I nodded and realized she couldn’t see me. “Yes. Two,” I said… well, whispered with breathy desire is probably a better description. “Maybe three.”
“And he’s like a biker dude?”
“Yes.” God, again, breathy desire. I was losing it.
“Oh, honey, you’re screwed.”
“Crap? Am I?” I asked.
“Why did he want Steve’s name?”
“No clue, Kimmie. But he seemed pissed. Which is weird because he doesn’t know Steve… or me.”
Kim hummed, but didn’t say anything further.
“What?” I demanded.
“I think you’ve got a man who has decided to claim you.”
“What?” I asked. “What does that mean?”
“I think you should have Elliot check this guy out.”
“Kim! Stop speaking in riddles.” I shoved my wine glass in the dishwasher and slammed the door a little harder than I should have. “You know I’m not good at this kind of stuff.”
“Just have your brother do a background check on him, Dani. Then go from there.”
“Why do I need to get Elliot involved in this?”
“Will you just listen to your best friend and know that she is looking out for you?” Kim asked. “You’ve only ever been with one guy and he kind of ripped you off, so you’re both naive and gun-shy in the face of hot guys.”
“I’m not a child, Kim,” I pointed out.
“I’m not saying you are, Dani. But you’re sweet and you see the good in everyone. You even give Steve somewhat of the benefit of the doubt most of the time.”
“I do not.”
“You do too,” she argued. “It’s your only vice.”
I snorted. “Suck it, Kimmie.”
“Oooh, if only I could.”
“You and your oral sex fixation.”
“Hey, I enjoy fellatio,” she said.
I groaned. “Kim-“
“Well, you seem to object to me saying I love giving head-“
“Oh, gross. Kimmie, please!”
“Just talk to your brother.”
“No.” I made my way into my bedroom and set my alarm. “This man isn’t interested in me. He’s probably just trying to see if he can trick me into sleeping with him. But I’m too smart for him. I’ll talk to my dad about the repair costs, then go from there. I’ll probably never see him again.”
“Okay, Ms. Oblivious. We’ll see.”
“Yes, we will. I love you, but I have to go to bed. I have a million things to do tomorrow and it’s way past my bedtime.”
Kim laughed. “Okay dear, sweet, innocent friend. Love you too.”
“‘Night.”
“‘Night,” Kim said, and hung up.
I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed, and closed my eyes, but all I could see was Austin’s face in front of me, smiling and leaning forward for a kiss. I rolled over and tried again, but this time, Austin’s head was on the pillow next to me.
“Crap.” I flopped onto my back and dragged my hands down my face. Glancing at the clock, it said eleven-thirty and I groaned. Six hours. If I can fall asleep right now, I’ll get six hours of sleep.
I glanced back at the clock at midnight and this continued until I finally fell asleep around two. By the time the alarm sounded, I was sure I’d only managed a twenty minute power nap, so I snoozed. The problem was I snoozed until six a.m., which meant I was still rushing around my apartment when my brother arrived to pick me up. Lucky for me, he didn’t grill me about why I was so tired. After I told him what time to pick me up, he dropped me off at school and went on his merry way. Thank God for small favors.
Danielle
FRIDAY AFTERNOON, I laid the last piece of paper in the last stack of grading I’d been putting off for a week and sat back in my chair. Checking my watch, I groaned. I was probably the last person left in the school and with another early morning, I was exhausted. But at least now I was caught up and could enjoy my weekend.
Opening my desk drawer, I grabbed my purse just as my new phone jingled. I found it buried in the bottom of my bag and answered it without checking the ID. “Hello?”
“Hey, babe.”
I frowned. “Austin?”
He chuckled. “Your car’s fixed.”
“But I haven’t had a chance to talk to my dad yet.” I rubbed my forehead, my sleepless nights and money worries manifesting themselves into a wicked headache. “I have to see if he’s okay with the amount. Don’t most places have to get authorization to do repairs beforehand? What if I can’t pay for them? Crap, Austin, I don’t know if I can pay you. I thought you were going to call me yesterday. I need more time to figure this out.”
“Babe, take a breath,” he said.
I did, but found I needed to take a few more.
“The car’s fixed,” he continued. “No charge.”
“What? What do you mean, ‘no charge’?”
“Generally, it means that currency in the form of money won’t be exchanging hands.”
“You’re funny.” I couldn’t stop a smile. “But the sad fact is that I don’t have five-thousand dollars and I don’t really feel comfortable asking my dad for it. He’s bailed me out too often over the past few years.”
Austin sighed. “Babe. It’s covered.”
“Explain to me exactly how it’s covered. What do you want in return?”
“We can talk about it when I drop your car off.”
“I knew it,” I snapped. “Forget it. You can keep it.”
I hung up and threw my phone in my purse, my sleepiness leaving my body faster than it had arrived. Seething, I grabbed my purse and jacket, and headed out of my classroom through the outside door. I locked up, passed by the office, and waved to the janitor who was grabbing the trash from the front of the school.
I needed to walk. My apartment was about three miles from the school and not having a car was a good excuse to walk off my anger and maybe a few calories as well. I’d been lazy of late and had gained close to thirty pounds after Steven’s betrayal. I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself and do something about my weight. I texted my brother and told him I didn’t need a ride again and then headed toward home.
The temperature had dropped since lunchtime, so I zipped up my coat, shoved my hands in my pockets and put my head down against the wind. I had gone about a block when I regretted my decision to walk home in the cold.
I no longer wanted to lose weight. I wanted to soak in a hot tub with a glass of wine. This thought brought to light the fact that I didn’t have a tub worthy of soaking anymore, which then reminded me I also didn’t own a car anymore, which led me down the rabbit hole of anger and irritation at the drop-dead gorgeous man who’d interrupted my plan. I was getting my life back… at least I was trying to, but now Austin wanted to mess with that plan. I had to figure out a way to come up with the money without asking my dad.
The large fir trees that lined the private drive leading to my apartment came into view and I sighed with relief. I was home. I would call my brother and work out a game plan. He’d know what to do.
I turned down the road and quickened my steps. I was now officially freezing and wanted to get inside and wrap myself in a blanket. The parking lot came into view… and so did my car. I stopped walking, confused. Movement out of the corner of my eye had me turning to see Austin climbing from his truck.
He frowned. “Did you walk home, Dani?”
“Huh?”
“Did you walk home? Alone?”
I looked up at him. “Um, yeah. I don’t have a car.”
“Fuck.” He shook his head. “Did you walk yesterday as well?”
“No, my brother has been driving me, but-“
“Here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out my car key.
I shook my head. “I can’t pay for it, Austin.”
“Take the key, Dani.” I did and he swore again. “Babe, your hand is like ice.”
“Generally happens when it’s cold.”
“You don’t own gloves?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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