Page 3 of Here's to Tomorrow

I’m not saying where I live is bad, because it’s truthfully a great town to live in. It’s not too big and not too small, but I’m in need of a change of scenery, something more fast-paced…I think. I feel like I’msupposedto move on, but I don’t know if Ineedto.

Either way, he agreed last week on one condition: I have to get a “real” job.

Sure, I’m an adult and don’t need his permission, but I want to have it. He’s the only parent I have ever had, and I don’t want to mess up the fantastic relationship we’ve built by moving away—even if it’s only thirty minutes—without his blessing. Doesn’t feel right to me.

So, at his insistence, I’ve been putting in applications at a few different marketing firms over the last two days, since I graduated with a degree in marketing. I’m not sure if I’m completely cut out for an office setting, but I’ll have to make myself be to get a start in the industry.

Glancing up from my paperwork, I see Tucker opening the door with a slight smile on his face.Guess it didn’t end up so bad.

“Rae, was it?” I nod. “Right, so we’re good to go on starting your repairs. Should only take about four days since we have an opening. We’ll give you a call when it’s done or if anything comes up. Were you able to find a ride today?”

It’s kind of sweet that he acts like he wasn’t eavesdropping on my conversation with Haley.

“Yep, all set. They should be here shortly to get me. Here’s this.” I hand him the clipboard with my completed paperwork. “I’ll just go wait outside. Thank you again for doing this so quickly. If you guys ever have a free night, come up to the bar where I work and I’ll get you some beers on the house.”

“Yeah? What bar is that?” he asks.

“Clyde’s over on 25thStreet. You ever been?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t say that I have. Might have to stop in some time.”

“You should. We have some kickass wings. Plus, free beer on me.”

Tucker chuckles. “You drive a hard bargain. I’m in.”

“Sounds good. Guess I’ll see you in a couple days to pick up my POS in there.”

“Hey, cars have feelings too,” he jokes.

“All that one has is anger. So pissy all the time, breaking down on me constantly.”

“You got me there. I’ll give you a call when she’s done.”

“She?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Most people say cars are girls because they can be a big pain in the…” He trails off, noticing my now glaring eyes daring him to finish that sentence. “Right. Bad idea to go there.”

“I’ll see you around, Tucker,” I say on a small laugh.

Shaking my head, I walk out the door and over to the edge of the parking lot. Knowing Haley, she’ll probably pick me up on a drive-by, so it’s pointless to wait around inside.

I kick around the rocks lining the edge of the lot, trying to convince myself Tucker understood my invite. I don’t just want him. I want Hudson too.

Because I am already dying to get a glimpse of those gorgeous green eyes again.

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Hudson

Hudson Tamell, you’re a straight-up creeper.

I’m standing inside the open garage, staring at this girl as she waits outside for her ride. Luckily, if she were to look over, she wouldn’t be able to see me. It shouldn’t matter, because I shouldn’t be watching her anyway, but I can’t seem to look away. I’ve already tried.

She’s beautiful. Not the in-your-face, runway beautiful, but a subtle kind of beautiful—the best kind of beautiful.

That’s not even the real reason I can’t pull my eyes off her. No. It’s her mouth. She sucked me in with that whole dinner before screwing her thing—not because I’m a perv and was thinking of screwing her, but because who says shit like that? People don’t usually spout off random stuff like that. It makes her different.

I like different.

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