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He’s only 5’5” tall – and Steve had almost six inches on him.
“Steve, let’s not make this an ugly scene.”
“It’s too late for that,” Steve scoffed. He turned to see if his brother was still standing behind him. The look of shock that washed over his face when he saw Eliot step into the doorway would have been comical in any other situation. “How did you get in my house? Where are my brothers?”
“They’re taking a nap,” Eliot said smoothly. God, he’s so hot.
Steve made a move to attack Eliot, but Eliot didn’t look worried. He easily sidestepped him, grabbing Steve’s arm and twisting it behind his back. “Settle down, Otis,” he admonished.
Steve cried out in pain, trying to twist out of Eliot’s iron grip. It was a fruitless fight. Derrick moved forward to Eliot’s side. “You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
“No. They’re all sitting in the living room.”
“Sitting?”
“You’d be surprised how quickly some people will just do what they’re told,” Eliot countered.
After taking in the scene in front of us for a full minute, my mom turned to me. “He’s handy to have around.”
She turned back to Eliot and flashed him the first warm smile I’d seen her direct his way since she’d met him.
“I told you they would like me,” Eliot smiled in my direction.
“They still don’t like your hair,” I shot back.
“You leave that boy alone,” my mom admonished me. “His hair is beautiful. You should learn to be less judgmental.”
What the hell?
Ten
Surprisingly, things went fairly smoothly after Eliot managed to defuse the situation with the mere threat of violence – and his really large biceps. He didn’t actually say he would hurt them, but I noticed that Steve’s brothers were watching him warily from their spot on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. I doubted he sweet talked them, but he was silent on whatever motivation he had provided for their sudden compromising behavior.
It didn’t take too long to load Sally’s stuff in the van – although moving furniture through the restaurant did prove troublesome when Eliot and Derrick started arguing about the best way to navigate the narrow hallway that led upstairs.
After a solid four hours of work, though, the job was complete and Eliot and I were on our way back to the city. The ride was actually fairly quiet – especially given the afternoon’s excitement. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Well, my mom likes you now.”
“Does that make me less attractive to you?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“I get the feeling that you get off on driving your mom crazy. If she likes me, that’s one less thing you can needle her with.”
He had a point.
“You’re still attractive,” I assured him. “I just wish you would have taken your shirt off so she could see your tattoos.”
“Next time,” Eliot promised.
I hadn’t brought up the fact that he’d referred to himself as my boyfriend. I figured it wasn’t necessary. I wasn’t exactly looking to date anyone else – and he seemed relatively content with the fact that I wasn’t boring. That was good enough for me right now.
When we got to my house, I was surprised to see a lone figure sitting on the front porch. As we pulled into the driveway, I could make out the small frame of my cousin, Lexie.
“Guess she’s out of rehab,” Eliot grimaced.
“Don’t give her a hard time,” I warned him.
“Fine,” he said shortly.
We exited his truck and I walked over to Lexie. She was standing by the time I got to her. “Did they let you out, or are there people in uniforms looking for you because you escaped?”
I was going for levity, but it actually turned out to be a more serious question than I initially envisioned.
“I completed my full thirty days,” Lexie said dismissively. She didn’t look very happy for a woman that had just finished an important milestone in her life.
“How do you feel?” I asked
“Steve, let’s not make this an ugly scene.”
“It’s too late for that,” Steve scoffed. He turned to see if his brother was still standing behind him. The look of shock that washed over his face when he saw Eliot step into the doorway would have been comical in any other situation. “How did you get in my house? Where are my brothers?”
“They’re taking a nap,” Eliot said smoothly. God, he’s so hot.
Steve made a move to attack Eliot, but Eliot didn’t look worried. He easily sidestepped him, grabbing Steve’s arm and twisting it behind his back. “Settle down, Otis,” he admonished.
Steve cried out in pain, trying to twist out of Eliot’s iron grip. It was a fruitless fight. Derrick moved forward to Eliot’s side. “You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
“No. They’re all sitting in the living room.”
“Sitting?”
“You’d be surprised how quickly some people will just do what they’re told,” Eliot countered.
After taking in the scene in front of us for a full minute, my mom turned to me. “He’s handy to have around.”
She turned back to Eliot and flashed him the first warm smile I’d seen her direct his way since she’d met him.
“I told you they would like me,” Eliot smiled in my direction.
“They still don’t like your hair,” I shot back.
“You leave that boy alone,” my mom admonished me. “His hair is beautiful. You should learn to be less judgmental.”
What the hell?
Ten
Surprisingly, things went fairly smoothly after Eliot managed to defuse the situation with the mere threat of violence – and his really large biceps. He didn’t actually say he would hurt them, but I noticed that Steve’s brothers were watching him warily from their spot on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. I doubted he sweet talked them, but he was silent on whatever motivation he had provided for their sudden compromising behavior.
It didn’t take too long to load Sally’s stuff in the van – although moving furniture through the restaurant did prove troublesome when Eliot and Derrick started arguing about the best way to navigate the narrow hallway that led upstairs.
After a solid four hours of work, though, the job was complete and Eliot and I were on our way back to the city. The ride was actually fairly quiet – especially given the afternoon’s excitement. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Well, my mom likes you now.”
“Does that make me less attractive to you?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“I get the feeling that you get off on driving your mom crazy. If she likes me, that’s one less thing you can needle her with.”
He had a point.
“You’re still attractive,” I assured him. “I just wish you would have taken your shirt off so she could see your tattoos.”
“Next time,” Eliot promised.
I hadn’t brought up the fact that he’d referred to himself as my boyfriend. I figured it wasn’t necessary. I wasn’t exactly looking to date anyone else – and he seemed relatively content with the fact that I wasn’t boring. That was good enough for me right now.
When we got to my house, I was surprised to see a lone figure sitting on the front porch. As we pulled into the driveway, I could make out the small frame of my cousin, Lexie.
“Guess she’s out of rehab,” Eliot grimaced.
“Don’t give her a hard time,” I warned him.
“Fine,” he said shortly.
We exited his truck and I walked over to Lexie. She was standing by the time I got to her. “Did they let you out, or are there people in uniforms looking for you because you escaped?”
I was going for levity, but it actually turned out to be a more serious question than I initially envisioned.
“I completed my full thirty days,” Lexie said dismissively. She didn’t look very happy for a woman that had just finished an important milestone in her life.
“How do you feel?” I asked
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