Page 34 of Two Wrongs

I toss my bar rag on the counter. “On that note, I’m going to leave.”

“I’ll walk you to your car,” he offers. I take him up on it because even Harriston can be sketchy after dark.

Bess wiggles her fingers at me. “Sleep well my little Wrenegade!”

I shake my head. “Now that’s a good one.”

Donovan holds the back door open for me and walks me to my car. He lingers a bit while I open the door and toss my bag inside. I can tell he wants to ask me a question away from my newly minted BFF. He leans against the side, and fidgets. It’s kind of adorable.

I like the two of them together. She’s a punk princess with platinum hair, and he’s got this whole golden boy with a naughty streak thing going for him.

“Did she really ask you if you and I had hooked up?” he finally musters the courage to ask.

I nod. “But I think she’s trying to feel out if you two are more than,” I look back at the bar, “whatever happens when you turn on the closed sign. Despite her calling me her BFF, she and I are just getting to know each other.”

He draws lines in the gravel with the toe of his boot. “So you don’t have any advice for me?”

“Don’t give up?” That should have sounded like a statement. “Don’t give up,” I try again.

“You sound really sure about that,” he mutters.

“Okay, you go in there and rock her world. Make her see entire constellations, then when she’s still riding that high, ask her out,” I advise.

“So sex her into a date?”

I shrug. “If she keeps coming back you’re obviously giving her what she wants. Step it up a notch then go in for the kill.” I slap him on the back. “You can do it, Tiger!”

He narrows his eyes. “I’m not sure she’s the best influence on you.”

Going for gold, I shoot him with a finger gun. “Agree to disagree, champ.”

“I think I preferred Tiger,” he grumbles.

I shake my head. “Nah, I’m going to keep searching. Have to find the right one for my GBF.”

He rolls his eyes. “I can see it now, what she likes about you. You’re both nuts. I’m not gay, by the way. Not that it matters, but you might not want to go around calling me your GBF.”

I scrunch up my face. “So that doesn’t mean guy best friend?”

He ruffles my hair. “Nope, little Wrenegade, it does not.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Okay, well I’ll find something for that too. Now go rock her world and put a label on it.”

He walks toward the back door and salutes me. Only once I’m in my car does he go inside. My heart swells. I really needed the reminder that not all guys were cheating assholes, or their father. Maybe someday I can find myself an adorkable guy of my own.

14

Griffin

I usually like going into the shop early in the morning before Charlie gets in. I find it peaceful when it’s just me and the cars. At least usually. This morning I can’t stop replaying the little scene I witnessed outside Donovan’s last night.

It occurred to me after Wren left the apartment yesterday, that she still had a shift at the bar. At least I assumed she did since she seems determined to work herself to death. I didn’t think it was too creepy of me to drive by and make sure she made it home okay.

What we’re doing is wrong. Liam has to be my priority, but she’s also worked her way under my skin in a way I don’t think I can dig out. Wanting her, worrying about her is an infliction I fear I’ll be living with for a long time to come. After what I saw though, I think I’m alone in feeling that way.

The first time I saw Donovan with her, I knew he wanted her. Why wouldn’t he? She’s beautiful, vibrant, caring, smart and funny.

Normally I wouldn’t be jealous of Donovan Miller. We’re both business owners. Compared to a lot of others in town, we’re both doing pretty well financially. In Harriston that means we can pay our bills, and own our own home. But, Donovan is ten years younger than me and not Liam’s father.

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