Page 25 of Follow Me Down

Chapter Seven

Fallon

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“Titus.” I peek my headinto the open doorway of the large building behind the cabin. The workshop as the guys refer to it.

His head pops up from behind a black motorcycle, and like yesterday, the moment I see him my body zings to life.

“What’s up?” He stands, his shirt wet with sweat and his hands black with grease.

I never dreamed I’d find sweat and grime so appealing, but on Titus, let’s just say it works.

“Sorry to bother you. Link said he could give me a ride into town to pick up a few things. I wanted to see if you needed anything.”

“Link’s taking you?” He seems agitated.

“Yeah, well, he said he would. Is that not okay?”

“No, it’s fine. He just has a lot of work he needs to get done and as usual, he’s blowing it off to do something else.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize.” I shuffle my feet. “I can wait until later.”

“What are you needing?”

“Just a few toiletries and stuff.” I blush slightly, not wanting to say that I didn’t pack any tampons and I’m pretty sure I’m due to start in the next few days. Not knowing where I’m going next or how long I’ll be here for that matter, it’s one of those things I need to make sure I have in tow.

“I can take you,” he offers, snagging a towel off the top of his work cart before proceeding to wipe his hands on it.

“You’re busy. You don’t have to do that.”

“I need to go to town anyway. Besides, this way Link doesn’t have any excuses not to get some fucking work done.” He tosses the towel down. “Give me a few minutes to finish up here. I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”

“Okay.” I hesitate in the doorway. “Thanks.”

Turning, I head back to the cabin, a nervous knot tugging at my insides.

“There you are.” Link is standing in the kitchen when I re-enter the house. “You about ready?”

“Actually, Titus said he’s going to take me.”

“He did, did he?” A look I can’t quite pinpoint passes over his face.

“I guess he needs to go to town for something.” I shrug, crossing the room before sliding into one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

“Of course he does.” He smirks, shaking his head.

“And he said you have work to do,” I tack on.

“Of course he did.” He rolls his eyes.

“You’re okay if he takes me, right? I don’t want to put anyone out.”

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, puppet. It’s completely fine. Besides, he’s right. I do have a lot of work to get done. Truth be told, I was hoping if I put if off long enough he would pick up my slack.” He gives me a wide smile, scratching his beard.

“Sorry I ruined your plans,” I offer jokingly.

“Nah, you didn’t ruin anything. I had a feeling he would want to take you.”

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