“Eavesdropping, were you?”
“Not intentionally, but the fucking door was open. It was impossible not to hear you through the screen door. What the fuck were you thinking? Telling her she could stay.”
“You told her she could stay, too.”
“Only after you did. I had no intention of letting her stay until you went and fucking assured her that she could.”
I’m not a heartless fuck. I gave her refuge last night when she needed it. I assumed that would be enough. I don’t need any distractions right now. Especially those of a complicated female who, based on how I found her last night, is clearly going through some shit.
“Then why the fuck did you bring her here in the first place?” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“She was half naked with no shoes in the middle of nowhere. Not to mention she seemed scared out of her fucking mind. What was I supposed to do, leave her out there?” I grab a shop towel and wipe my hands on it, the vision of her standing in the middle of the road flashing through my mind.
Messy blonde curls. Stark blue eyes. Her see through bathing suit cover showing off her petite curves. In that moment she was probably the most beautiful fucking thing I had ever seen. But when I saw the fear in her expression everything shifted.
I didn’t really think, I acted. All I knew was that she needed my help and Ihadto help her.
“And the fact that she’s a bombshell had nothing to do with it.”
“It didn’t,” I insist, which I’m not entirely sure is true. Though I’d like to think I’m the kind of guy that would help anyone in that situation.
“Sure.” He rolls his eyes. “You can pretend like you don’t notice, but we both know that girl in there is a prime piece of meat. And if I know you, Titus, and we both know I do, you’re not mad that I told her she could stay. You’re just worried you won’t be able to resist her if she does.”
“If you’re about done, I really need to get back to work.” I tap my foot impatiently against the concrete floor.
“Way to avoid admitting I’m right.” He scoffs.
“Out.” I point toward the door.
Link may be my best friend, but fuck if he doesn’t get under my skin sometimes. If he hadn’t become such a huge help with the influx of bikes I have coming in, I might be tempted to tell him to hit the fucking curb.
“I’m going. I’m going.” He holds up his hands, a smile playing on his lips as he backs out of the garage. “Maybe Fallon needs help washing her back.”
I narrow my eyes at him, causing laughter to bubble from his chest.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
With that, he turns and disappears outside, leaving me alone with a shit ton of work to get done and a certain young blonde stuck in my head.
“Fuck,” I grumble to myself, rubbing the back of my head.
When I moved out here a few years ago, I gave myself one very simple rule. No complications. And thus far I’ve lived by this code. Or at least I had. Now I can’t help but feel like I’ve opened the door to the real world and I’m not sure if I’m prepared for the chaos that is likely to ensue.
I may not know Fallon. Hell, I don’t know a single thing about her. But with one look it’s easy to see that she is the kind of girl that’s running from a lot more than whatever situation she found herself in last night. And you know what they say about people who run away? Eventually whatever they’re running from catches up to them. And I’m not sure I want to be anywhere near that situation when it happens.