Page 12 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
“Did you hear…” He stops mid-sentence when he glances up and locks eyes with me.
Brooks’ hand slides from mine as I stare at the man who rocked my entire world just a few days ago, but that I never thought I would see again.
And now here he is, standing in my mom’s garage.
We stand there for way too long of a moment, just staring at one another. A quick glance out of the corner of my eye shows Brooks looking rapidly between the two of us.
“Oh, shit,” he says, mouth gaping open. “You’re Airplane Girl.”
My head snaps in his direction. “What?”
“You’re the girl that had my brother all smiley when he got back from New York.”
“Shut up, Brooks,” Airplane Guy barks at his brother.
“Con, please tell me it’s her,” he says, steepling his hands in front of him.
Con? What’s that short for? Connie? No. Conner?
“It’s you,” he says, his gaze firmly fixed on me.
“It’s me,” I say, shrugging.
“And your name’s Hadley? You’re Grayson’s younger sister?”
I shift my weight from one foot to the other. “Yes and yes.”
His eyes look like they’re going to bug out of his head.
“This is thebestday of my life,” Brooks says, startling me when he thrusts his fist in the air.
I can’t help but giggle, shaking my head.
“What the hell’s taking so long?” a familiar voice comes from the doorway as Austin stomps out. “Oh, Hadley, you’re here. You can meet the guys.”
Well, I already know one of them intimately, even though I still don’t know his actual name.
“The long-haired tattoo canvas over there is Brooks, and his clean-cut lookalike is Conrad.”Conrad.“They own and run ABC Construction with me.”
Brooks turns and looks at Austin with hurt dramatically etched across his features. “We are way more than just your co-owners.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Austin waves him off. “Let’s go get the stuff handled upstairs,” he says, turning around.
Brooks slings his arm over my shoulders, “Come on, Airplane Girl. You can show us where you want the supplies upstairs.”
Austin halts halfway through the doorway, back into the house. He looks over his shoulder, directly at me. He mouths, “Airplane Girl.”He knows.
I tilt my head to one side, raising my shoulder.Yeah, that’s me. I fucked your friend.
His mouth opens and closes, but he says nothing as he walks back into the house.
“Oh, this is going to be interesting,” Brooks says, guiding me into the house. He looks like he just got invited to the best party in the world.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Conrad following behind us. He still looks like he’s seen a ghost.
Fuck, this just got messy.
CHAPTER SIX
