Page 8 of Recklessly Yours

In unison, we turned back and waved at the small group of regulars.

“Did you tell Tyler to cut them off?” I asked as we turned to leave.

“Yeah, and I told them they better be walking home if they don’t sober up.” He held the door open and gestured for me to go first. “They’ve been here all afternoon.”

I didn’t understand how people could spend hours at a bar like that. I’d be asleep on the floor.

“Then I think it’s safe to say they’re too drunk to drive.” I shook my head as we crossed the parking lot toward our cars. “Wish we had reliable rideshare out here.”

We were parked side by side, as we often were, so at my bumper, I shuffled for the driver’s door while he continued on to his own.

As I was tossing my purse onto the passenger seat, Rhett called out. “Can’t drive on this tire.”

Straightening, I peered at him over the hood of my car. “Huh?”

“It’s flat.”

Randy promised I wouldn’t have any more issues out of this damn thing. Teeth gritted, I walked around the car. God, I hoped Rhett was just joking. Unfortunately, he wasn’t. I slammed my fists onto my hips. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’ll take you home. I’ve been here too damn long to deal with changing this tonight, and if I don’t get home soon, I’ll miss seeing the boys before bedtime.” He sighed. “I’ll pick you up in the morning and deal with it then.”

I huffed. “I can change a tire, you know.”

“I’m not leaving you in a dark parking lot to change a tire by yourself.” He ran a hand through his hair. “C’mon.”

That’s all it took to dissuade me. I was exhausted, and I’d argue with him over changing it myself in the morning. “Fine.”

He cocked a single brow. “That was easy.”

“This tire has been an issue for a while, and I don’t feel like dealing with it right now either.”

“Have you taken it to Randy?”

“Of course.” I held back the eye roll I wanted to give him. I wasn’t an idiot. “He just replaced it.”

“Hmm,” Rhett hummed, surveying the flat again.

Commotion from the entrance of the restaurant caught our attention, and we turned, finding one of the regulars who’d come in with Michael. I guess they were all calling it a night now that Tyler had cut them off.

“Josh, you’re not driving, are you?” Rhett hollered.

Josh. That was his name. Not sure why I thought it was Jason.

“Oh.” He shook his head. “No, no. I live right around the corner.” With a wave, he turned and walked away.

A moment later the other guys from the bar piled out of the restaurant in a loud, rambunctious group.

With a long breath out, I turned away and climbed up into Rhett’s truck.

It might not have been the most exhausting day ever, but it was pretty damn close. In fact, in these last two weeks, it had been one thing after another.

When it rains, it pours, I guess.

Chapter Four

DYLAN

As I waitedfor my name to be called, a woman sitting by the window of the small coffee shop wearing glasses caught my eye.

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