Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative

I flashed them a charming smile and leaned against the bar. “What can I get you ladies? Coffee? Tea? A cab?” It was almost midnight and I was done. Ready to have a few beers of my own, ready to hand over the reins to Fred and make my way to Tuesday.
She pushed her boobs against the bar and giggled. “Are you trying to get rid of us, Donovan?”
I laughed at the use of my uncle’s name. My fifty-year-old uncle who hadn’t been here all night, but of course I played along. “Now Cindy, why would I want to do a thing like that?”
She giggled and snorted. “My name’s Susan, but you can call me whatever you want.”
I turned around and blew out a breath. These girls were too much—easy or just wasted. Either way, I didn’t want any part of it.
My cell began

to ring at the register, and I swiped open the call. “Hello?”
“There you are! Where have you been?”
I smiled at the sound of my sister’s voice and pressed my back into the counter. “Hey Lisa, isn’t it past your bed time?”
“Ha ha. Have you been avoiding my calls?”“
I laughed. “No, I’ve been working. Uncle Don had a few employees call in sick, and I said I’d cover. What’s up?”
She pulled in a deep breath, and I heard some of the tension leave her body.
“Good.” She cleared her throat. “Now, I need you to be honest with me about something.”
I furrowed my brow and grimaced, already anticipating where this conversation would lead. “Of course.”
“Did you ever call my friend Jennifer back?”
And there it was. I scratched the back of my head and began filling another pitcher. “Well… Like I said, Uncle Don―”
“You didn’t!” She raised her voice, cutting me off.
“You’re right.” I shrugged. “I didn’t.”
“John, she’s nice! You deserve nice.”
“I’m sure she is, Lis, but I’m not really into nice.”
She laughed. “What do you want then? Some witch to tell you what to do?”
I grinned and slid the pitcher across the bar to a customer. “Nah, I already have three of those.”
“Oh my God! I’m telling Penny and Margaret you said that.”
I laughed.
“Seriously, John. What are you waiting for? What will it take to get you to settle down?”
I glanced across the bar to Tuesday. “I like librarians.”
“Eww… Okay, you can stop right there. I’m sorry I asked.”
I chuckled, wiped my hands on a rag, and spotted Colin walking through the double doors to the back room. “Go to bed, sis. Your kids are going to be up in a few hours, and you’re going to be grumpy.”
“I’m never grumpy.”
“Bye, Lis.” I threw my cloth in the sink, gave the girls a quick nod to say I’d be right back, and hopped over the bar.
“Hey! Colin.” I pushed open the doors before they stopped swinging. “How’s my favorite co-worker in the world?”
Colin laughed but didn’t turn around. “What’s up?” He set a tray of empties in the sink then proceeded to fill a couple of pitchers with stout.
“Who are the girls you’ve been talking to in the corner?”
He grinned. “You’ll have to be more specific. There are so many.”
I rolled my eyes. “The one sitting with Xena. The one with the glasses. What’s her name?”
He grinned at my Xena reference then shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, man. Tuesday, I think?”
So she was telling the truth. Okay. “Is she single?”
“I have no clue. Look, I gotta get back out there. You’ll have to grow some balls and figure that one out on your own.”
I grinned. “No problem, cover for me at the bar.”
Colin laughed. “Nice try.”
He pushed through the door to the bar, where he could see one of the girls lying halfway over the counter, helping herself to the bottle of tequila.
“The natives are growing restless,” Colin muttered.
I blew out a breath and jogged back to the bar. “Ladies, ladies…” 

CHAPTER FIVE
Tuesday

My second beer lasted to the end of the night. Past Becky’s endless flirtation with Colin, past all the wayward glances my eyes took to Donovan, and all the way to midnight, when I was finally free to go home.
Colin came toward us—his nametag removed but a wide grin and swagger in its place. Time to go home. I took a sip of water, grabbed my bag from the back of my chair, and hopped from my seat. “Well you guys have fun. My fairy godmother is calling my name.”
Becky frowned, somehow making her look more beautiful than always, and grabbed my arm. “Did you have any fun at

all?”
“Of course I did.” I looked down at her. “I was with you, wasn’t I?” I scrunched my nose, letting her know I wasn’t upset in the slightest, then looked toward the hall. “I’m just going to stop by the ladies’ room before I leave. I’m serious, you have fun.”
Becky smiled, but I could tell she wasn’t buying it. “Let us walk you out?”
I glanced over to Colin, seeing he was definitely ready to go, and shook my head. “Nah, I’ll be fine.” I leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Enjoy your foreplay, and call me in the morning.”
“Whatever.” She laughed.
Hitching my bag over my shoulder, I headed to the hall before she could stop me.

I was determined not to look over to the bar again. I was being ridiculous. I wouldn’t go out with Donovan if he asked me, yet for some reason I couldn’t stop staring. The last I’d seen, only a few girls remained at the bar, and soon I knew it would dwindle to one. The one. The fan girl who would win the Donovan prize. For some reason, I didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to know if it was the one with the freckles, the redhead, or the blonde with a killer rack. I wanted to go home, crawl between my organic cotton sheets, and fall asleep.
I was so tired. Maybe more exhausted than I’d ever been in my life. There were too many orders to process, too many phone calls to make, and too many papers to sign. After I let the crew in the next morning, I’d head back home, turn my phone on silent, and hibernate until winter.
When I entered the nearest stall, the door to the hallway banged open, and I turned around. A couple of drunken women stumbled inside the bathroom, both giggling and drunk. I nodded, recognizing the redhead from the bar, and closed the stall door behind me. I hung my purse on the back hook, pulled down my panties to my knees, and then heard someone mention Donovan's name. I froze. I couldn’t help it—I was more interested than I cared to admit and leaned my ear against the door. My heart squeezed in my chest, and my panties were still held up by my knees.
“Do you have any condoms? I’m going

home with him tonight.”
My eyes instinctively closed.
“Shit, Susan, are you serious?”
“YES! I like him. Don’t you?”
“Well yes. Everyone does… Are you sure?
“Yes!”
Both girls laughed again, and I sat down on the toilet. All the air left my lungs, and I looked down to my feet. I didn’t know why it affected me so much, but it did. I almost felt like crying. The door to the hall eventually opened, and the sound from the bar filtered in then out again, indicating I was once again alone. I stood slowly, pulling my underwear back into place, but my stomach sank to the floor.
I guess Susan won.
I opened the door, for some reason feeling defeated, and went to wash my hands. It was stupid to be upset. I wouldn’t have time for a relationship for another year, he obviously had more women than he could handle, and besides… He wasn’t my type. I rubbed my hands together, not bothering to dry, and pushed the bathroom door open with my back.
“Ooof!” I hit a wall. A wall that wore a black t-shirt and smelled like sunshine and hops.
My eyes moved upward. Over a chest that was solid and muscular, to a chin shadowed with the barest amount of stubble, all the way to Donovan’s intoxicating eyes that smiled at me. Literally.
“We have to stop meeting like this.”
It was the most cliché thing for him to say, something I would have rolled my eyes at normally, but I found myself grinning. I couldn’t help myself. He wore a smile that was a mixture of little boy and pure devil at the same time. It was charming to say the least. But I quickly sobered—Donovan was going home with Susan tonight.
I pushed past him without saying a word and headed for the parking lot. I needed to put distance between us—needed to put myself to bed before this man made me do things I’d regret.
His hand on my arm stopped me. My breath hitched in my throat, and I looked up again. The same concern he’d shown over my toe at the bar was back in his eyes. “Did I say something wrong?”
I knew I was being a silly. He could sleep with whomever he wanted, and I had no right to be upset. I had no claim whatsoever. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately.” My heart fluttered, and I forced myself to look into his eyes. Eyes that hadn’t left my face for a second.
His brows furrowed and he adjusted his stance. “Want to talk about it? I can buy you a beer. Organic stout, right?” His mouth tilted slightly at the corner, and I swallowed.
It was so tempting. He was so tempting. He was gorgeous, I was single, and there was no real reason to say no—except I couldn’t bear the thought of waking up next to another man I didn't know. I’d been beating myself up about Austin all month, and I knew if had a drink with Donovan it would lead to more. I shook my head, knowing I couldn’t handle that again. “Nah, I really gotta go.” I turned back to the hall, to the door that would lead me to the parking lot—far, far away from the man I wanted so desperately to touch me again. This time he didn’t try to stop me.
When I made it to the parking lot, I pulled in a much-needed breath and spotted my truck right away. “Crap!”
I jogged through the lot, yanked my door open, and twisted the key in the ignition. I sagged against the vinyl seat and prayed. Please start, please start. But nothing happened. I looked up to the slightly open visor and slammed it shut. This was the second time this month.
“Damn it!” I slammed my fist into the steering wheel and closed my eyes. If you didn’t shut the thing exactly right…
I looked around the lot for Becky, but of course she’d left with Colin. Just as I’d told her to do.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Why was this happening to me? Why now? Tuesday was supposed to be my lucky day, but lately I’d felt cursed by it. Dead phone. Dead battery. What next?
I made my way back through the parking lot, knowing all I needed was a quick jump. That’s how it always was with my old Chevy. I’d had her since I was sixteen, and even though she could be a bit finicky at times, she hadn’t failed me yet. Sure, I had to deal with a dead battery now and then, but I usually carried jumper cables for that problem. Until I lent them to Mrs. Sanders… and she saw Austin walk out of my apartment without shoes. I was too embarrassed to ask for them back.
I yanked open the glass door and entered the pub, my cheeks heated, though this time more out of frustration than embarrassment, to find Donovan was no longer there. This made me both relieved and disappointed at the same time. I wasn’t sure what to make of that reaction. I’d been able to walk away a moment ago, but a part of me worried I wouldn’t be strong enough to do it a second time. Regardless, a tall man with red hair had replaced him, and my eyes locked on a nametag that read “Fred.” I leaned against the bar, waiting for him to notice me, but the group of women in the corner seemed to be monopolizing all his attention.
I cleared my throat, not even trying to hide my annoyance. “Excuse me, but my truck won't start. Do you have any jumper cables?”
Fred turned around, wiping his hands on a red rag, and grinned. “What was that?”
“My truck. I left the light on. Do you have any jumper cables?” I shouted.
“No, sorry.” But then he called over my head. “Hey Don, do you have any jumper cables?”
I cringed before turning around. Of course. Of course, it would be Donovan who would come to my rescue. I found him down the hall, coming out of the double doors that read Employees Only—though he looked even hotter now. I’d seen him only minutes before, so wasn’t quite sure how it was possible, but it was. His hair was a little messier, like he’d raked his hands through it a few times, and his shirt was untucked and disheveled. He smiled at me, like he’d won a schoolyard bet, and that’s when I realized. He’d probably come back from having his way with Susan.
He leaned his hip against the bar, looking relaxed and confident. “If you changed your mind about the drink, you could’ve just said so.”
My eyes bulged. The nerve! I squared my shoulders and decided to ignore him. If I didn’t have something nice to say… “I left my lights on. Do you have any jumper cables?”
He bit his lip, and god dammit, I wanted to bite it too. “No, I can’t say that I do.”
Fred made a noise between a cough and a laugh, and I turned around to face him. Does he think something is funny?
“But there’s a phone in the office you can use,” Donovan added. “I was just heading up there myself.”
I glanced back to him, over to Fred, then to the phone by the register, and my heart did a little twisty thing. “Wha—what’s wrong with that one?” My head was reeling with panic. He just invited me upstairs. Did I want to go upstairs? Well, my body did. My body was screaming to go upstairs. My body was screaming for a lot of things. My conscience, on the other hand…
He smirked a little, one that lifted his brow at the corner. “What? Is there a problem?”
I didn’t know what to say. Yes, there was a problem. The problem was, I didn’t quite trust myself or trust him. But the way he looked at me—with a challenge in his eye and a grin that made my stomach do lots of fluttery things—I couldn't resist. “Lead the way.”
He cocked one eyebrow and shook his head, which made my heart squeeze again but in a different way. Did he not want me to go upstairs? He’d asked me. If that’s not what he wanted, why did he ask? Then he leaned over the bar, not saying another word, and removed the drawer from the register.
He mouthed something to Fred I didn’t understand then gestured down the hall with his chin. “I’ll be right behind you.”

***

John
Fred raised his eyebrows and grinned at me. I hadn’t expected her to say yes—not that I was complaining. Spending more time with Tuesday sure beat the hell out of working on the dishwasher again, but she didn’t seem the type. She intrigued me. In a way that hadn’t happened in a long time. She was flustered by my flirtation, yet she didn’t back down. I liked that—more than I cared to admit.
When we got to the double doors, I held them open, stepping aside to let her enter the kitchen first. The room was empty, clean for the night except for the tools I’d left on the ground earlier. She slipped past me, her wild hair brushing my arm as she clutched the bag that was almost as big as she was.
“Right this way,” I said, leading her to a doorway on the left.
She paused when she saw the staircase then glanced over her shoulder and smiled. For a second I thought she might change her mind, come to her senses, and realize she was a tiny girl, and I was the man who’d had librarian fantasies about her all night. But she didn’t. She lifted her chin, adjusted her bag, and started climbing.
I frowned. I didn’t know why, but I didn't like this one bit. All of a sudden, I wanted to lecture her about strangers. She looked like a strong woman, but I had no doubt I could snap her like a twig. My brows furrowed, and I remembered the guys who’d cornered her in the hall earlier. I followed behind her, my eyes locked on the slight sway of her hips, and I shook my head. When we made it to the top of the loft, my jaw ached from clenching so hard. Of course I have jumper cables. What self-respecting man doesn’t have jumper cables?
I walked past her, set my drawer on the desk, and gestured to the phone. “Do you always follow strange men you just met?” I couldn’t quite explain my anger. This was exactly what I wanted, but now I was pissed she wasn’t making wiser choices. Why I felt so protective over a woman I just met was beyond me, but there was something primal about how I felt about her. Maybe my response stemmed from finding her cornered by those assholes earlier, or the fact I grew up with three sisters, or maybe it was because she reminded me of Bambi—a deer caught in headlights, who couldn’t get out of her own way.
I turned around and met her heated stare. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t as much of a Bambi after all. Her stance was wide, her cheeks red, and her eyes were as bright as a brush fire. “Do you always try to bed two women in one night?”
What the fuck?
My brows drew together and I grinned. “Bed two women?” It shouldn't have been funny, but this wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. “What are you talking about?”
She hoisted her bag high on her shoulder and half laughed, half scoffed. “It doesn’t matter.” She picked up the phone and began dialing.
I cringed and gripped the back of my neck. I wanted to laugh but at the same time, I knew without a doubt that would be the wrong thing to do. Her words bothered me. “Is that what you thought? That I was bringing you up here to sleep with you?”
She shrugged then turned to face me. She was beautiful. Maybe even a little hotter when angry.
“Does that mean you wan―” But my question was interrupted by her doubling over with laughter.
Fair enough.
“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t sleep with you now if you were the last man on earth.” She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and scowled at me. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Her wild hair, and her big glasses, and that body—
She turned away, speaking into the phone to the tow truck company, and I wanted to cut the fucking cord. I couldn’t help my silly grin. Like hell she didn’t want to sleep with me. I’d been angry only a minute ago, but now I was having more fun than I’d had all night—the chemistry between us was about to set the loft on fire.
I turned toward my drawer and busied myself counting the evening till. But her voice distracted me, slightly husky, mixed with a bit of sexy, and a whole lot of sweet. I had to start over three times before I got the count right.
She was beautiful. So were her legs. Golden brown and the perfect length for—I shook my head and began counting again. At one point, she asked for the address of the bar. I handed her a card and continued counting. But when she set the phone back on its cradle, I couldn’t help but mess with her again.
I pushed myself from my chair and braced my legs apart. That got her attention. She turned to face me. Her head held high and shoulders square.
“I think you’re a liar, Tuesday.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because if I were the last man on earth, you’d sleep with me.”
She laughed but didn’t move. She only stood there. Her eyes focused on mine, her face both innocent and knowing at the same time. “You’re wrong.”
“In fact, I think you want to sleep with me right now.”
Her face pinked and her breath hitched. “What makes you say that?” Her voice was soft, husky, and filled with the same sexual tension I knew coursed through my veins.
I stepped forward. “You’re still here, aren't you?”
“What?” Her expression changed in an instant, almost as if she’d woken from a dream. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and blinked. “Oh my God, what’s wrong with me?” she whispered.
She turned around, muttering something under her breath, and rushed toward the stairs.
“I was kidding!”
But she didn’t listen. She clasped the banister with both hands and proceeded to run down the steps as if someone were chasing her.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the back of my skull. “Way to go Eaton, you really fucked it up this time.” 

CHAPTER SIX
Tuesday

I ran down the stairs so fast I almost twisted my ankle, pushed through the back exit, stumbled into the parking lot, and took two steps before doubling over and gasping in lungs full of frigid air.
“God, I’m SO stupid!” I should have used the phone at the bar like a normal person. Like any self-respecting woman would have done. Instead, I let him wield his seductive ways around my body and pull me in a direction I knew was all wrong. And to make matters worse, he was an ass about it. I buried my hands in my hair, feeling mortified.
Part of me wanted to go back in there and give him a piece of my mind—but I didn’t dare. I was afraid he’d be proven right. Afraid that even though his words made me want to punch him in the throat, I wouldn’t be able to resist him. The chemistry between us scared the crap out of me. I’d never felt anything like it before. His effect on me was like breathing… Urgent and compulsive, like breathing a lung full of air after suffocating—only it was as scary as doing it for the first time.
The back door opened behind me. I held my breath. I knew it was him without turning around.
“So there’s something you should know about me, Tuesday. Sometimes my jokes aren’t funny.”
I whipped around. My hands clenched at my sides, every nerve in my body on fire. “You’re a jerk!” I shouted, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I’d wished I’d come up with something better. Something that would make my mother ashamed of me.
He stood only a few feet away, a grin on his face, and jumper cables slung over his shoulder. “So I’ve heard.”
I backed up a step, shaking my head in disbelief. “You had cables the whole time?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged.
I wanted to scream. Both because he infuriated me and because I still couldn’t think of a better name to call him. He began walking toward me, and I backed up in the opposite direction. I couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t smiling any longer. In fact, he looked almost angry now. I clenched my jaw, determined not to lose my shit.
“I’m guessing that one’s yours?” he asked.
I looked over to my truck, the doors open and vulnerable… Exactly how I felt in this moment. I wrapped my arms around my belly, wanting to shield some part of my open, exposed, naive self, and I nodded.
I hated the fact that I’d trusted him. Hated that even now I still did. But most of all, I hated the fact that he was right. I was stupid to follow a man I’d just met.
He hopped into a large black truck in the corner of the lot then pulled over to park beside mine. His was new, shiny, and black as his heart, and mine old, rusted, blue, and broken. He rolled down the window and lifted his chin. “Pop your hood.”
I hugged myself around the waist and shook my head. “I don’t want you jumping me.”
He grinned, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Not even if I were the last man on earth, I know.” He hopped from the cab and stepped toward me. “I canceled the tow truck company. Pop your hood.”
Heat flooded my face, and I wanted to scream. Never in my life had I wanted to slap someone before, but I wanted to slap the shit out of his smug face. Who canceled someone’s tow truck?
“You’re a self-righteous asshole,” I said to him. I wanted to say more. To tell him to go to hell, to write his mother and tell her to teach her son some manners, to kiss him so hard he felt an ounce of the unbridled desire that coursed through my veins. Shit! I flung open the door, climbed into the front seat, and popped the hood. What choice did I have? I couldn’t stay here all night with a man who made me hot in every humanly way possible. Not if I wanted to like myself in the morning.
“Look, I can see you’re pissed, but I wasn’t about to leave a beautiful woman in the damned parking lot alone.” He propped the hood then placed a small flashlight between his straight white teeth.
I focused on my breathing, trying to calm the sudden surge in my heart rate. He said I was beautiful. It was probably a throwaway line, used on a thousand women, but tell that to my skipping heart. He had no idea how much he affected me. How close I was to jumping out of my truck and pushing him up against the hood to have my way with him. What the hell was wrong with me?
Calm down, Tuesday. Deep breaths, slow and even, in and out.
The light was dim under the hood, but I could just make out his features as he worked. His jaw was tight—strong—with a scattering of whiskers that shadowed his cheeks. I thought about getting out of the cab to help him—at least hold the flashlight, but then I noticed a scar under his bottom lip. It was about a half inch long, nestled almost perfectly in the crease above his chin. For some reason it made me curious. It was stupid to care about how he got it, but for some reason I did. My head fell back to my seat and I closed my eyes. I needed to keep my distance. Maybe it was the store, or the stress, but I wasn’t my normal self these days. Sure, I was calm enough on the surface, but inside, my legs were kicking like crazy to keep my head afloat. A list of to-dos a mile long waited for me at home—so much to do, and no time for another dead battery or men who looked like that.
When I opened my eyes a moment later, I almost frowned. He looked sad in the dim light of night. So much different than he had inside. His brows were creased, his eyes focused, but no smile graced his lips anymore. I couldn’t help but watch him. His movements were almost elegant. So natural, as though he’d spent a lifetime just like this. Trapped under a hood. Engine grease on his hands and a flashlight in his mouth.
All of a sudden, he looked up and I froze. Our eyes locked, and he took the flashlight from his lips. He said nothing, just walked over to his truck, started his engine, and then came to open my door and lean in over my lap. He nodded for me to turn the key then revved the engine a couple times with his palm. My heart leapt to my throat. What the hell? I was afraid to move. Afraid not to move. Afraid that if I did, I’d pull him closer instead of push him away as I knew I should.
We stayed like that a second longer. His engine poured life into mine the way his touch did to my body. I thought for a moment that he felt it too, because he hadn’t moved. His soft t-shirt was warm against my bare legs and caused goose bumps to cover my skin. I was a bundle of nerves waiting in anticipation of what would come next. Wanting something to happen, but fearing it at the same time. Then he moved away, causing a chill to run up my legs where his warmth had been only a second before. He walked to the front of my truck and shut the hood.
His eyes met mine through the windshield one last time, and he nodded. “Have a good evening, Tuesday.”
He turned back to his truck before I could speak and began unhooking his battery.
To him I was just another girl in the fan club. Another number.
I nodded, somehow managing to swallow my pride, but I said nothing. I shoved the truck into drive, adjusted my seat belt across my lap, and pulled out of the lot, not once glancing in the rearview mirror as I drove away. 

CHAPTER SEVEN
Tuesday

“So he had cables the whole time? What an ass…”
It was the next morning when I told Becky about Donovan. We sat criss-cross on the floor of my apartment, packing backlogged orders from my Etsy store, and my blood still boiled over a man I’d spent less than a couple of hours with. He’d gone from rescuing me in the hall, to being the man I needed rescuing from, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He’d gotten under my skin—more than I cared to admit—and I didn’t like it. I shoved a bottle of lotion into an open box and grabbed another invoice. Hundreds of orders waited for me on my desk, but all I could think of was him.
I needed my system back. Needed my organized shelves, my organized products, and my organized life. But that wouldn’t happen for a while.
“Wow. He’s really gotten to you, hasn’t he?” Becky stared at me, the pile of products between us as she scrunched her brows in that knowing way. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”
I threw another package into the growing pile and shook my head. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” She leaned back to analyze me. “Like you want to hurt someone.” She grinned.
“Nah, I don’t want to hurt anyone.” Not really, anyway… What I wanted was for Donovan to get out of my head! I didn’t want to think about him anymore: his adorable smile, eyes that haunted my dreams, or how good it felt being held it his arms. It was all too confusing…
“How are things with you and what’s-his-name?”
“Colin?” She shrugged. “He’s good for now. Not someone I see going anywhere with.” She stretched her long legs out in front of her and proceeded to lie back on the floor and close her eyes.
I laughed. Just like always, her guy didn't stick. It was always like that with Becky. If guys were too nice, she thought them a pushover. If they were too agreeable, she got bored. If they were an ass, she didn’t give them the time of day. I wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but in the twenty years I’d known her, she hadn’t come close to finding it. Kind of like me… though my list was never as long as Becky’s. I just wanted a man to stay. To hold me tight and never let go, which was proving to be more difficult than I ever imagined.
Donovan’s infectious smile popped into my mind. He was exactly the type of man I didn’t want; yet, he’d consumed my thoughts all night. Even though he’d pissed me off, I felt more alive with him than I had in years. He’d done a whole lot more than jump my car that night. He turned something on in me I hadn’t been able to turn off all week. Which was the reason I could never go back to that bar again. I grabbed a trio of soap and shoved it into the envelope before starting on another order.
“Calm down, Tuesday. It’s not worth it.” Even with her eyes closed, Becky could sense my irritation. She propped herself on her elbows and looked up through sleepy eyes. “Stop worrying about things you have no control over. He’s just another asshole at a bar, him and a million others.”
“I know… It’s just bad timing with the store and all. Plus, I’m tired of always meeting jerks. I want to meet a nice guy for once.” I grabbed another invoice and read it two times before actually seeing it. “Maybe we’re looking in the wrong places. Maybe we should start golfing or something.”
Becky rolled to her stomach and laughed. “Yeah, no thanks.
“I’m serious, Becky! I’m almost thirty.”
She raised her brows and pushed herself up from the floor. “First of all, who