Page 11 of Embracing Easy

I mean, that kiss was electric.

It was one of those storybook, once-in-a-lifetime, rock-your-world and make-your-toes-curl kisses!

I'm someone who always listens to signs from the universe, so it has to mean something.

“What am I even thinking? This is the twenty-first century. And he said as much last night. He’s a biker, and he does whatever he wants.” And now I’m talking to myself.

Scrubbing my hands across my face, I need to get my ass in gear. I have stuff to do, and as much as I want to run and hide to analyze the way I’m feeling, there’s no time for it.

I’m broke, homeless, and I need to get a job if I’m going to turn things around.

Climbing off the couch in a confused but admittedly loved-up haze, I pluck my bag off the coffee table and climb the steps in search of a shower.

Forty minutes later, I’m showered, dressed, and have done the bare minimum with just a touch of gloss and mascara, and left my hair down to air dry after working in some spray gel.

Thank the gods for natural curly hair.

With one more quick look around Shawn’s place to make sure I have what I need, I grab my purse and head out the door.

I have a job interview to get to.

Chapter Six

Easy

I just strap down the last cable holding the Ford in place when my phone starts ringing.

Quickly pulling it out of my pocket, I frown when I see the tow yard’s number.

Damnit.I was hoping to get back to my girl.

Sighing, I answer the call. “Yo?”

“Just had a call in. Need you to swing by,” Wrath says, the sound of shuffling papers coming though the line before adding, “Fifth and David Street.”

Damn. Duty calls.

I blow out a breath. “10-4, Bossman.” He grumbles about not calling him that before hanging up on me.

I can’t help but laugh. I know the grumpy bastards hates it, but it’s a force of habit.

Still chuckling, I climb into the rig and head in the direction of the address Wrath gave me, with thoughts of the pretty blonde waiting for me when I get home swirling in my mind.

Fifteen minutes later, when I round the corner onto David Street, still thinking about Lexi and the way her lips felt pressed to mine, I find myself laughing for a whole other reason.

“You've gotta be kidding me.”

Standing next to her red, beat-up old Honda Civic is none other than the woman who’s been running circles through my mind all morning.

I’m not sure how she found the tow yard’s number, but I’m glad she did because there’s no telling what one of the other companies would charge once they got a look at her out-of-state plates.

It’s an asshole thing to do, but tourists often get taken advantage of.

As I pull around her car, she looks up and gives me a half-smile.

Damn, even with the weight of the world on her shoulders and forcing a smile, she's beautiful. I could get used to seeing that look aimed at me every day.

I offer a smile in return before backing up to the rear of her car and putting the truck in park.

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