Page 36 of Win Some Love Some
Do. Not. Go. There.
“What do you want, Wyatt?”
“I was hoping you could hook me up with a rental. I want to check out the area, look at some property. Liam said you keep a few spare cars in the shop to rent.”
“You can’t borrow one of your brother’s cars?” I asked, forcing myself not to watch Petite III’s door. An early departure would not be a good sign, but if she was in there longer, maybe she was getting interviewed.
Wyatt scowled. “You don’t know my brother very well, yet. Asshole was never one for sharing. Ever.”
I had no idea if that was true or not. Or if this was just an excuse so Wyatt could stop at the garage. The guy was relentless trying to get to know me. Whatever. If I gave him the keys to a car, he’d leave. Which was all I wanted.
If he left, then maybe I could catch Nora leaving Petite. See how she made out. Maybe I could take her to Pappas for breakfast or something. We used to do that all the time. She’d stop by the garage and tell me it was time to take a break. We’d either hit Birdie’s truck or Pappas. I’d sit across from her while she selected only the crispiest fries from our shared order and listen to her as she told some story. About her friends, her siblings, her mom and dad. The story would be some stupid thing, but she’d make it funny. Or dramatic. Nora was a gifted story teller, which made her rise on social media totally logical.
It had been so easy between us back then.
So totally fucking innocent too.
Nora had never once, God, it hurt to think the word, but she’d never tried to seduce me. Show off her body or twist her finger in her hair or talk about anything remotely suggestive, like some women did to get a man to think about sex.
Because it was not hard to get a man to think about sex.
But until she was eighteen, Nora had never pulled any of that flirty shit.
Which was what made her showing up at my place such a shock. I hadn’t seen it coming…hercrushon me.
Why was I dwelling on this? I didn’t need to go back to that night. I never went there. It was just because she was home and I…
“Are you having some kind of stroke or something?” Wyatt asked, leaning down to look at my face.
I shook myself loose from the thoughts of her and that night. “No. I’m not. I’m just weighing the consequences of giving you one of my cars.”
“You know who you sound like?” Wyatt asked with a smile that told me exactly who I sounded like.
“Don’t-”
“Liam. Just like Liam. You weren’t good at sharing when you were a kid either, were you?”
“I didn’t have anything to share,” I said and walked back to the office.
“How many cars does this place hold?” Wyatt asked, following me.
“Why do you care?” I asked.
“Because it’s impressive what you’ve done here and I just want to know about it,” Wyatt said like it was no big deal. Honestly, the guy had a way of making me feel like the asshole.
“The garage can hold three cars. The lot can hold up to another fifteen.”
“And you live upstairs?” Wyatt asked and I nodded. We walked past the parts I kept stored in the back.
“Convenient,” he said, and I couldn’t tell if he was making fun of me or not.
I opened the door to the office and turned on the light. I immediately wanted to turn it off again and go back to ignoring the unholy mess.
“Holy fuck,” Wyatt grunted. “This is your office?”
“Shut up, man. I’m a little behind.”
Wyatt walked around me to the desk which was overflowing with billing that I just couldn’t get to.
