Page 10 of Follow Me Down

Chapter Three

Titus

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“Hey.” I pop my headup at the sound of Link’s voice, spotting him as he makes his way into the shop.

“I thought you were on girl duty.” I drop the wrench onto my workbench and grab a ratchet, turning back to the ’71 Kawasaki motorcycle I’ve been working on.

“She’s in the shower.”

“Didn’t she take a shower last night?” After she had gone to bed, I made the poor decision of slipping into the hallway bathroom to shower, only to be greeted by water cold enough to give me hypothermia. Needless to say, that was the fastest fucking shower I’ve ever taken.

“Maybe she felt dirty after sleeping in your filthy bed,” he fires back, stepping up behind me to check on my progress. “I gotta say, when Cliff dropped this piece of shit off I didn’t think there was any way you could salvage it, but it’s really starting to come together.”

“Yeah, it’s only taken me how many weeks?” I grunt. “I’ll be glad to send this one on its way.”

“When’s he picking it up?”

“Couple of days.” I shrug. “In the meantime, we’ve got the Harley and the BMW to get finished. Jack is going to be here next week for the Harley and there’s still a shit ton of work that needs to be done.” I give him an expectant look, given that he’s the one that’s supposed to be doing the Harley.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours. I’ll have it done by the time he gets here.” He shuffles his feet. “Well, that is unless you intend on keeping me on babysitting duty.”

“You don’t seem to have too much issue with that. A little Suzie fucking homemaker you are.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. I expected you to keep an eye on her. Not bond with her over a home cooked breakfast.” I straighten my posture, dropping the ratchet back onto the bench before turning to face Link. “Nice touch by the way.”

“Don’t give me shit. The girl needed to eat.”

“You could have offered her a fucking Poptart or a bowl of cereal. I can’t remember the last time you actually cooked breakfast.”

“That’s because I don’t have anyone worth cooking for.” He huffs.

“Or you’re trying to impress her in hopes of getting her into your bed.” I narrow my gaze on him.

“Pretty sure we both know that isn’t going to happen. You had her claimed before she even got on your bike. Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I know you, Titus.”

“I haven’t claimed shit.” I balk at his accusation, though deep down I know he’s right.

I haven’t been able to think about anything but her since the moment she climbed onto the back of my motorcycle. The timing was shit. I had gotten a phone call from my sister a couple of hours before. She’d got into a pretty heated argument with our father and after her phone call I was fit to be tied. I may have walked away from all that shit years ago, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t bother me. That’s why I was out, trying to clear my head. And then boom, there she was.

It about killed me sleeping on the couch last night. Knowing that she was a few feet away, snuggled inmybed, undermysheets.

Needless to say, it’s the first time a girl has been in my bed and I wasn’t there right along with her.

“So then you won’t mind if she finds herself in my bed instead of yours.” Link’s comment brings me back to the present.

The thought of Link getting within five feet of Fallon boils my blood, and I don’t even know the fucking girl. Luckily for him, I know he’s only trying to rile me.

I don’t take the bait.

“Like you have a shot in hell with her,” I counter.

“I don’t know. She seemed pretty sweet on me this morning.”

“Probably because you told her she was welcome to stay. Don’t think I didn’t overhear your conversation this morning.”

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