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myself. He's wearing a fitted black tank top that shows off his muscles quite well. He has a tattoo that wasn't visible yesterday under his shirt.
"The structure of the body looks solid. That's a good sign," he says, rising back to his full height. Sunny and I gaze upon him as he crosses his arms over his chest. He's gorgeous. "I can come over one day while you're working or to your house when you're off and take a closer look. I'd really like to work on your body." My mouth drops open and I feel the heat reach my cheeks as he smiles looking between us. I glance at her and she's blushing too.
He chuckles and the sound breaks the stunned silence we’re in and he clarifies what he meant. "The car's body. Do you want to go with the original color?"
Sunny laughs, blushing. "I’m ready for something more fun."
"We could go vintage red. I’ll do some research."
“I love that idea,” she says, beaming.
The three of us walk back inside and Noah taps his hand on the bar. "I need to go. I've got some work to do for my family." He turns to me, but hesitates, all confidence gone. "Um, so, you think you'd like to hang out later… maybe after you get off work tonight?"
His eyes go to the floor while waiting for me to respond, but the words don’t come fast enough and an awkward silence fills the air. He looks back up, and suggests, "We can watch a movie or hang out and talk on the beach."
I look to Sunny whose eyes are bugging out telling me to go for it, but I’m still unsure for some reason. Feeling the pressure to respond, I reply, "Sure. That sounds fun. We're closing at nine tonight."
"Great. I'll pick you up out front."
"Okay. Cool."
He walks out with a spring to his step and a smile on his face. I just said yes to someone that seems to be a nice guy, so I should feel happier than I do. Instead I feel weird inside.
"Way to go, girl!" Sunny smiles and I force one on for show.
When she disappears into the back, I rest my head in my hands willing myself to feel good. My head jolts up when a raucous group walks in.
“Get your game face on, Mal. We’ve got company.”
The group heads straight for the large table in the back, taking over like they own the joint. Sunny turns to me, and asks, "You want this table?"
A bunch of college age guys who look hot from here. Yeah, it’s a bit intimidating. "No, you can have it."
Johnny strolls in behind them and greets me as he sits at the counter. "I see Ashford's in today. Weird since we were just talking about him. His ears must’ve been burnin’."
"Which one's Ashford?" I ask, leaning forward to get a better look at the customers. Sunny is at the table and moves around to the other side and that's when I see him.
Evan.
"He's the one in the green shirt."
I'm too stunned to say anything, so I stand there like an idiot. Of course, it couldn't be as simple as leaving that night in the past. Of course, he would walk into the place where I work. Of course , the guy in the green shirt is Evan Ashford! That's how my luck works—it doesn't. Whatever I do, karma kicks my ass for doing it.
The people at the table are watching him and his blonde friend, especially the two girls with them. My only saving grace, as I duck down to pretend to be washing glasses, is that he hasn't seen me yet.
A tall guy wraps his large, muscular arm around Sunny’s waist and pulls her to him. She laughs, comfortable in the overly friendly gesture. But the guy sitting across from them, the blonde one, seems to be bothered, almost irritated by the move. He gets up and walks away from the table, heading for the beach. Standing just outside the door, he looks back once before taking a deep breath. Evan takes command and rules the roost inside, knocking the big ones arm away. They keep it friendly, but Evan appears protective over her.
Sunny yells in my direction. "Four burgers, all the way with fries. Two draft pitchers."
I nod, entering their order in then taking two pitchers from below the
"The structure of the body looks solid. That's a good sign," he says, rising back to his full height. Sunny and I gaze upon him as he crosses his arms over his chest. He's gorgeous. "I can come over one day while you're working or to your house when you're off and take a closer look. I'd really like to work on your body." My mouth drops open and I feel the heat reach my cheeks as he smiles looking between us. I glance at her and she's blushing too.
He chuckles and the sound breaks the stunned silence we’re in and he clarifies what he meant. "The car's body. Do you want to go with the original color?"
Sunny laughs, blushing. "I’m ready for something more fun."
"We could go vintage red. I’ll do some research."
“I love that idea,” she says, beaming.
The three of us walk back inside and Noah taps his hand on the bar. "I need to go. I've got some work to do for my family." He turns to me, but hesitates, all confidence gone. "Um, so, you think you'd like to hang out later… maybe after you get off work tonight?"
His eyes go to the floor while waiting for me to respond, but the words don’t come fast enough and an awkward silence fills the air. He looks back up, and suggests, "We can watch a movie or hang out and talk on the beach."
I look to Sunny whose eyes are bugging out telling me to go for it, but I’m still unsure for some reason. Feeling the pressure to respond, I reply, "Sure. That sounds fun. We're closing at nine tonight."
"Great. I'll pick you up out front."
"Okay. Cool."
He walks out with a spring to his step and a smile on his face. I just said yes to someone that seems to be a nice guy, so I should feel happier than I do. Instead I feel weird inside.
"Way to go, girl!" Sunny smiles and I force one on for show.
When she disappears into the back, I rest my head in my hands willing myself to feel good. My head jolts up when a raucous group walks in.
“Get your game face on, Mal. We’ve got company.”
The group heads straight for the large table in the back, taking over like they own the joint. Sunny turns to me, and asks, "You want this table?"
A bunch of college age guys who look hot from here. Yeah, it’s a bit intimidating. "No, you can have it."
Johnny strolls in behind them and greets me as he sits at the counter. "I see Ashford's in today. Weird since we were just talking about him. His ears must’ve been burnin’."
"Which one's Ashford?" I ask, leaning forward to get a better look at the customers. Sunny is at the table and moves around to the other side and that's when I see him.
Evan.
"He's the one in the green shirt."
I'm too stunned to say anything, so I stand there like an idiot. Of course, it couldn't be as simple as leaving that night in the past. Of course, he would walk into the place where I work. Of course , the guy in the green shirt is Evan Ashford! That's how my luck works—it doesn't. Whatever I do, karma kicks my ass for doing it.
The people at the table are watching him and his blonde friend, especially the two girls with them. My only saving grace, as I duck down to pretend to be washing glasses, is that he hasn't seen me yet.
A tall guy wraps his large, muscular arm around Sunny’s waist and pulls her to him. She laughs, comfortable in the overly friendly gesture. But the guy sitting across from them, the blonde one, seems to be bothered, almost irritated by the move. He gets up and walks away from the table, heading for the beach. Standing just outside the door, he looks back once before taking a deep breath. Evan takes command and rules the roost inside, knocking the big ones arm away. They keep it friendly, but Evan appears protective over her.
Sunny yells in my direction. "Four burgers, all the way with fries. Two draft pitchers."
I nod, entering their order in then taking two pitchers from below the
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