Page 73 of When We Break

I will see you tonight.

*heart* Irish

“Fuck me.” I read the note three more times before I set it on the counter and open the bag. There’s a muffin, a scone, and what looks like a whole loaf of some kind of bread. Without thinking, I take a bite of the muffin and moan.

Huckleberry lemon. So fucking good.

I wish she’d stayed. However, if I’d found the most beautiful woman in the world standing in my kitchen this morning, I never would have slept because I would have fucked the hell out of her all day long.

It’s probably best this way.

I type out another quick text as I take the stairs up to my bedroom.

Me: Thank you for breakfast. It was perfect. Sad I missed you.

With the muffin in my teeth, I strip out of my clothes and pad into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and then finish the treat in two more bites. The shower is short and sweet, and after drying off, I don’t bother to put on any clothes before I tumble into bed. I don’t even give a shit that the sun shines right in the window.

It won’t matter.

With thoughts of a redheaded Irish girl, I fall to sleep.

* * *

After a solid sleep, I feel human again and roll out of bed. It’s early afternoon, so I didn’t sleep the whole day away. I have plenty of time before I pick Skyla up.

I call Brooks.

“Yo,” he says.

“That’s a professional way to answer the phone at your place of business.” I grin and tie my shoe.

“You called my cell, asshole. What’s up?”

“My truck needs a quick oil change. Do you have any time this afternoon for me to stop by?”

“I actually do. Swing in, and I’ll handle it.”

“Be there soon.”

I hang up, grab my jacket, and head to the truck. I haven’t seen Brooks or any of my family in more than a week. We usually have family day on Sunday out at the ranch, but with Bessy sick and time with Skyla, we haven’t scheduled it.

Maybe next week, I’ll have everyone over, as well as my girl, and she can see what it’s like out there when we’re all in one place.

If she can survive that chaos, she’s up for anything.

I pull in behind one of the garage doors at Brooks’s garage, and it opens. Brooks waves me inside, and tells me when to come to a stop, and then I hop out of the vehicle.

He presses a button, and the truck starts rising in the air.

“You know, the saying is true,” I say when I walk over to stand next to him. “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”

“You’re lucky I finished another project this afternoon. We’re booked up a month in advance.”

“I know.” I grin and stand back, watching as Brooks goes about his routine. “How are you doing? What’s new in your world, man?”

“I’m fine, and nothing’s new.” Brooks is a broody bastard. “I work a lot of hours, and that’s about it.”

“Not dating anyone?”

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