Page 3 of Ky
CHAPTER TWO
Ky
“Hey, man,” Lake called out as he walked into the garage after his lunch break.
I gave him a jerk of my chin and kept working. I hadn’t taken a break and I wasn’t planning on it. It was safer for me here, where I could hide under the hood of a car or behind my sander. Basically, I’d been using my new project to avoid everyone. Well, not everyone. Just one.
Chris.
Damn, even his name had my head going all haywire.
No, I don’t have time for this shit.
“Fuck!” I roared as the wrench slipped off the bolt I’d been trying to loosen. The fucking thing fell from my grasp and clattered and banged as it made its way further down. I quickly pulled my hand back, feeling the blood dripping down my hand more than the actual cut.
“You alright?” Lake said, rushing over with a clean shop rag in his hand.
“Yeah, shit. It’s on there good and I lost my grip,” I mumbled half embarrassed and half pissed that I’d let my mind wander again.
“Uh, that looks pretty bad. You should have Charming look at it,” Lake said as I pulled the rag back to look at what I’d done to myself. There was a nice two-inch gash from the inside of my wrist to the fleshy part of my palm. Just what I fucking needed right then.
“I don’t think a Band-aid is going to fix this one,” I said in an attempt to wipe away my bad mood and asshole attitude.
This wasn’t Lake’s fault and I didn’t need to be a dick to the guy. He was actually a really cool brother and I’d found myself hanging out with him more lately. It seemed that while I was trying to avoid a certain someone, everyone else had been getting all buddy-buddy with the guy. He had a place on the beach and that was where half of the guys headed now that the weather was super warm.
“No, man,” Lake said with a laugh. “Not even a little bit.”
“Well, I probably won’t be back today then,” I said with a laugh of my own.
“No. Didn’t think you would be.” He smiled and shook his head at me. “Oh, hey. B-ry, Mouse, and me were going to get tacos later. You should come too.”
No way I could turn down tacos.
“Fuck, yeah. Let me know before you leave.”
He sent me a quick nod then I was off, trying my best not to bleed everywhere as I made my way back to the compound.
“You seen Charming?” I asked Tripp as I stepped into the clubhouse.
“He just went out for a jog like maybe ten minutes ago.”
“Shit,” I said under my breath. “Can you send him a text. Let him know I’ll be waiting in the Med room.” I held up my hand instead of trying to explain why.
“Damn. Yeah. No prob, brother.”
I took my stupid ass up to the Med room, sat on the table and waited. Knowing it might be a few long minutes, I let my body fall back and stared up at the ceiling. This day had gone to shit quickly. I hated that I might be out of work for a day or so, but I hoped it wouldn’t be any longer than that. I needed my hands more than anything else for what I did. Hell, half the time I didn’t even need my brain to fix something. But this, well…this was going to be a problem.
I worked because I was good at it. Because it was something that I loved. Because when I saw something beautiful that needed a little fixing, I couldn’t help but want to make it new again. I loved the transformation back to what it’d once been. It was like I was giving it a new life in a new time, but still keeping its born charm.
Fuck, I had no idea if that even made any sense. It was like I was trying to make up some kind of mechanic’s poetry. Yep, pretty sure that was like the worst thing ever.
So I decided to stop thinking about work because it was only making me irritated at the moment.
“What the fuck have you done to yourself?” Charming’s smooth voice said as he walked into the door. His chuckle was accompanied by an amused smile.
“Shut up, asshole,” I joked. “I wasn’t paying attention and my fucking hand slipped.”
He regarded me for a long moment, his scrutinizing eyes trying to reveal whatever he thought was hidden below the surface. I stared him down with a blank expression. Then with a blink and a shrug, he moved on, stepping closer and removing the red stained towel to see the damage.
