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interrupts me before I can say anything else.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
I make a face. “You don’t even know what I am going to say.”
“I can feel it.”
My heart sinks. “I’m not good at this. I feel like I’m hurting you no matter what I do or say.”
I know he doesn’t want to hear it but it has to be said. “And I tell you all the time, Savy that I don’t care if you are. I’d rather be doing this than nothing at all.”
This isn’t right. He shouldn’t allow someone to treat him this way. It makes me sad for him, even if I am not intentionally trying to tear his heart out.
There’s a long silence. A dead spot that has nowhere to go, it’s just swallowing the entire mood and moment between us. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “I’m going to go.”
A short pause and then he sighs. “See you tomorrow, beautiful.”
I hit end on the phone and drop it beside me on the seat. Ryker has texted me asking if I’m alive and I reply back with a simple yes I am fine and leave it at that.
No matter how bad I feel about Jackson, it doesn’t stop me from thinking about Nash.
I want to see him again.
Thirteen
I make it through work getting every task assigned to me done before the day is even over with. So I decide to leave the office early to check on supplies at the shelter. Sometimes when Jackson is busy with meetings and properties he forgets these things.
Wendy quits typing when I pass by her desk. “Savy. These papers came today. Jackson wanted to make sure they get to the owner. He said it was kind of urgent.”
I smile and nod taking the papers. After a quick glance I look back up to Wendy. “This is the warehouse I went to the other day.”
She doesn’t understand. But I do.
This has Nash’s information on it. “I’ll take care of it.”
It seems the heavens know just what I am supposed to be doing. I slip the papers in my purse and go out the door. I have to see Nash again and for a reason that has nothing to do with the kiss we shared. This is business. But it’s still another chance to get to know him and I’ve never been more excited.
***
I slowly drive down the street searching for an address. I know when Jackson said get the papers to the owner he meant through a carrier service but I don’t see the harm.
I pass several more houses before one way off in the distance catches my eye only because there are a half a dozen bikes parked outside in the driveway.
It’s not the best house on the street, I eye the crooked mailbox that looks like it’s seen many a car crash into it in it’s life.
I climb out and make it to the sidewalk, a little afraid to go to the door. I hurriedly pull the paperwork from my purse and grow a little more confident. I’m here for a reason.
I climb the porch steps and study the old black boots perfectly lined against the side of the door. With the same emblem carved into the leather.
I knock and take a deep breath. But nothing happens. I know there are six bikes in the driveway someone has to be home. I can hear music playing inside the house.
I sigh and stab a finger into the doorbell. The music dies instantly and I hear feet moving around inside. I’m just not sure if any of them are coming to answer the door.
“Who are you?”
I turn around, locking eyes with a silver haired man. “Um…I came to bring Nash some papers.” I double-check the address. “This is seven ten Greenwood?”
He still seems confused. “Is this some sort of custody arrangement or child support? Did Nash knock you up?”
I start to laugh but stop when I realize he is dead serious. “No, sir. Not at all.”
“Actually it has to do with property he recently sold to my boss.” I know I shouldn’t be airing his business to just anyone but if he’s at the house he has to know him, I would think.
He scratches at his head. “Property? The only property I can imagine…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. “That son of a bitch!”
I jump back
“I don’t want to hear it.”
I make a face. “You don’t even know what I am going to say.”
“I can feel it.”
My heart sinks. “I’m not good at this. I feel like I’m hurting you no matter what I do or say.”
I know he doesn’t want to hear it but it has to be said. “And I tell you all the time, Savy that I don’t care if you are. I’d rather be doing this than nothing at all.”
This isn’t right. He shouldn’t allow someone to treat him this way. It makes me sad for him, even if I am not intentionally trying to tear his heart out.
There’s a long silence. A dead spot that has nowhere to go, it’s just swallowing the entire mood and moment between us. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “I’m going to go.”
A short pause and then he sighs. “See you tomorrow, beautiful.”
I hit end on the phone and drop it beside me on the seat. Ryker has texted me asking if I’m alive and I reply back with a simple yes I am fine and leave it at that.
No matter how bad I feel about Jackson, it doesn’t stop me from thinking about Nash.
I want to see him again.
Thirteen
I make it through work getting every task assigned to me done before the day is even over with. So I decide to leave the office early to check on supplies at the shelter. Sometimes when Jackson is busy with meetings and properties he forgets these things.
Wendy quits typing when I pass by her desk. “Savy. These papers came today. Jackson wanted to make sure they get to the owner. He said it was kind of urgent.”
I smile and nod taking the papers. After a quick glance I look back up to Wendy. “This is the warehouse I went to the other day.”
She doesn’t understand. But I do.
This has Nash’s information on it. “I’ll take care of it.”
It seems the heavens know just what I am supposed to be doing. I slip the papers in my purse and go out the door. I have to see Nash again and for a reason that has nothing to do with the kiss we shared. This is business. But it’s still another chance to get to know him and I’ve never been more excited.
***
I slowly drive down the street searching for an address. I know when Jackson said get the papers to the owner he meant through a carrier service but I don’t see the harm.
I pass several more houses before one way off in the distance catches my eye only because there are a half a dozen bikes parked outside in the driveway.
It’s not the best house on the street, I eye the crooked mailbox that looks like it’s seen many a car crash into it in it’s life.
I climb out and make it to the sidewalk, a little afraid to go to the door. I hurriedly pull the paperwork from my purse and grow a little more confident. I’m here for a reason.
I climb the porch steps and study the old black boots perfectly lined against the side of the door. With the same emblem carved into the leather.
I knock and take a deep breath. But nothing happens. I know there are six bikes in the driveway someone has to be home. I can hear music playing inside the house.
I sigh and stab a finger into the doorbell. The music dies instantly and I hear feet moving around inside. I’m just not sure if any of them are coming to answer the door.
“Who are you?”
I turn around, locking eyes with a silver haired man. “Um…I came to bring Nash some papers.” I double-check the address. “This is seven ten Greenwood?”
He still seems confused. “Is this some sort of custody arrangement or child support? Did Nash knock you up?”
I start to laugh but stop when I realize he is dead serious. “No, sir. Not at all.”
“Actually it has to do with property he recently sold to my boss.” I know I shouldn’t be airing his business to just anyone but if he’s at the house he has to know him, I would think.
He scratches at his head. “Property? The only property I can imagine…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. “That son of a bitch!”
I jump back
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