Page 12 of Refuel

Kamden Kash Coleman.

I looked up and noticed Tisha and Ry waiting for me to answer. Ripping the card up, I dropped it in the trash can and picked the flowers up, passing them back to Tisha.

“The flowers are for you, Tisha,” I said.

“What!” Tisha said, surprisingly.

“Yeah, it’s from Colton as a thank you for all your hard work,” I lied, trying to get her out of my office. A confused expression came across her face.

Would I pursue anything with him? No. He was too cocky for me, and I’d probably end up broken hearted. I didn’t want to go down that road.

“I saw the note,” Rylee commented, taking a seat again.

I flushed in embarrassment.

“Note. What note?”

Rylee pointed over to the trash can. I followed her eyes, sighing in annoyance.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I can see your interest.”

“The charity race is a good idea. Maybe we do five laps with signs of the charities displayed,” I said, to change the subject.

“Mmm… Okay, we can change the subject this one time,” Ryle replied.

“I’m here to do a job, Ryles, not get caught up in some tabloid news.”

“I understand. I’ve been down that road with Colton. You need to be honest with yourself, Arianna,” Rylee advised.

“I will. Now, what colors do we want to do for the event?”

“I think black and white is fine, nothing over the top. We should let the people who bid on dinner pick the locations,” Rylee stated.

I continued to take notes from Rylee, and we ended up ordering lunch after three hours of picking the drivers we’d want for the race. We heard a knock on the door, and I called out for them to enter.

“I have lunch from your favorite place, ladies,” Tisha said, carrying in bags from Surf Shack.

“I can guess who sent this over,” I replied.

Tisha placed the bags down on my desk, pulling out napkins and paper plates. I sipped on the sweet tea and grabbed a french fry, savoring the food.

“This is so heavenly,” Rylee told me, rubbing her stomach.

“Colton knows his woman,” I bellowed out.

“Won’t be much longer when someone scoops you up.” Ry chuckled.

“My mind is telling me no.”

“But if Kash came through that door right now, your body would say something different,” Rylee joked.

“He called me Ari when I was at Jackson’s office,” I said.

“Ohhh, he has special privileges then. You only let your brother or close friends call you that,” Rylee responded, taking a bite of her wrap.

“Rylee, you’re thinking too hard on this, friend.”

“I get called friend when I call you out. Bestie when I agree with you!” Rylee taunted.

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