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hate to pull my kids from school. But yeah, the coke and the
fuckin’s not good for ‘em to be ‘round.”
I nod in agreement. “I’m headed out
for a girl’s day tomorrow…” I pause, “Fuck!”
I am an idiot! Why didn’t I think of
it sooner? When I go out with the girls, I always borrow Marshall’s car. Can’t
do that now. Shit!
“What?” he asks.
“It’s nothing,” I wave him off.
Bunching up my nose and kicking my
feet off the desk, placing them on the floor, I try to think of a plan on how I
can meet up with the girls without having to spend a hundred bucks or more on a
cab ride.
“No, tell me,” he insists.
“I am getting together with them
tomorrow… and we usually meet half way… about an hour and a half from here. I
drive Marshall’s car most of the time. Since we aren’t speakin’ right now, I
have to find a different form of transportation, and I’d hate to pay for a
cab.”
“I’ll let you borrow mine,” he shrugs
like it’s not a big deal. “I mean, you’re scratching my back by getting a good
word to Gunz and talkin’ to the sisters. The least I could do is let you drive
my car.”
“Which car?”
The grin he cracks from his lips
reaches both ears, and those gorgeous green eyes of his spark to life, encased
in his thick illustrious lashes. “Which one do you want to take?” he enthusiastically bounces his eyebrows.
“Is this a trick question? Hummmm,” I
tap my chin, trying my best to play a smartass. Not a hard job for me. “A 2013
Jeep Commander or a 1957 Silver Hawk? That’s a toughie,” I wink and chuckle,
grinning like a shy schoolgirl.
“The Commander?” he teases.
I shake my head, batting my
eyelashes, and innocently bite my bottom lip. “Nope, wrong guess.”
“Ohhh…” he drawls, “so you want the
Hawk?” Deke winks, still grinning. “I think I can arrange that.”
I nearly squeal in my seat…instead,
my eyes light up, and I smile so hard my face hurts.
Oh my god! I get to drive his Hawk.
You know some girls get all hot and bothered and overly excited about jewelry?
I feel the same about fully restored cars and bikes. Deke’s custom 1957 teal
and white Silver Hawk - it’s like I’ve just died and gone to heaven. I miss
Black Betty and Kitty deeply. Working here has dulled the ache of their loss.
Now this all but made my entire month! Eeekk!! A Hawk! With white walled tires
and winged fenders. It’s like a pinup model’s dream come true. Or in this case,
the dream of a fat pregnant lady with massive jugs, short blonde hair, blue
eyes, and a fat ass that has its own zip codes. Hell yeah!!
Using the lip of the desk, I push up
from the chair. Grabbing ahold of my lower back for stability, I round my desk
and wave Deke up from the couch. He does. Bending slightly forward, my butt
sticking out, I wrap my arms around his neck, and hug him tightly. “It’s going
to be alright, and I promise I’ll take care of your Hawk,” I whisper into his chest,
as he hugs me in return.
“I know,” he tenderly pats my middle
back. “And her name is Tallulah.”
My smile broadens even more than
before, with my nose stuffed into his toned chest. “Tallulah, that’s a great
car name.” I whisper.
We release and the room somehow seems
lighter, or maybe it’s just me. Deke, with a closed mouth smile, exits the
office with a wave, shutting the door on his way out just as my phone begins to
ring again. I stroll over to my desk and pick it up.
“Son’s Customs, this is—.”
“I love you, please don’t hang up.”
Marshall cuts me off, speaking exceedingly fast. “Just hear me out.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit back down at
my desk. “Fine.”
“Listen, I miss you, Eva, and I love
you so much. Please don’t break up with me. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have
judged you because of Gun.”
“Gunz,” I snippily correct.
“Right, Gunz , sorry. I don’t know anything about your past, and
fuckin’s not good for ‘em to be ‘round.”
I nod in agreement. “I’m headed out
for a girl’s day tomorrow…” I pause, “Fuck!”
I am an idiot! Why didn’t I think of
it sooner? When I go out with the girls, I always borrow Marshall’s car. Can’t
do that now. Shit!
“What?” he asks.
“It’s nothing,” I wave him off.
Bunching up my nose and kicking my
feet off the desk, placing them on the floor, I try to think of a plan on how I
can meet up with the girls without having to spend a hundred bucks or more on a
cab ride.
“No, tell me,” he insists.
“I am getting together with them
tomorrow… and we usually meet half way… about an hour and a half from here. I
drive Marshall’s car most of the time. Since we aren’t speakin’ right now, I
have to find a different form of transportation, and I’d hate to pay for a
cab.”
“I’ll let you borrow mine,” he shrugs
like it’s not a big deal. “I mean, you’re scratching my back by getting a good
word to Gunz and talkin’ to the sisters. The least I could do is let you drive
my car.”
“Which car?”
The grin he cracks from his lips
reaches both ears, and those gorgeous green eyes of his spark to life, encased
in his thick illustrious lashes. “Which one do you want to take?” he enthusiastically bounces his eyebrows.
“Is this a trick question? Hummmm,” I
tap my chin, trying my best to play a smartass. Not a hard job for me. “A 2013
Jeep Commander or a 1957 Silver Hawk? That’s a toughie,” I wink and chuckle,
grinning like a shy schoolgirl.
“The Commander?” he teases.
I shake my head, batting my
eyelashes, and innocently bite my bottom lip. “Nope, wrong guess.”
“Ohhh…” he drawls, “so you want the
Hawk?” Deke winks, still grinning. “I think I can arrange that.”
I nearly squeal in my seat…instead,
my eyes light up, and I smile so hard my face hurts.
Oh my god! I get to drive his Hawk.
You know some girls get all hot and bothered and overly excited about jewelry?
I feel the same about fully restored cars and bikes. Deke’s custom 1957 teal
and white Silver Hawk - it’s like I’ve just died and gone to heaven. I miss
Black Betty and Kitty deeply. Working here has dulled the ache of their loss.
Now this all but made my entire month! Eeekk!! A Hawk! With white walled tires
and winged fenders. It’s like a pinup model’s dream come true. Or in this case,
the dream of a fat pregnant lady with massive jugs, short blonde hair, blue
eyes, and a fat ass that has its own zip codes. Hell yeah!!
Using the lip of the desk, I push up
from the chair. Grabbing ahold of my lower back for stability, I round my desk
and wave Deke up from the couch. He does. Bending slightly forward, my butt
sticking out, I wrap my arms around his neck, and hug him tightly. “It’s going
to be alright, and I promise I’ll take care of your Hawk,” I whisper into his chest,
as he hugs me in return.
“I know,” he tenderly pats my middle
back. “And her name is Tallulah.”
My smile broadens even more than
before, with my nose stuffed into his toned chest. “Tallulah, that’s a great
car name.” I whisper.
We release and the room somehow seems
lighter, or maybe it’s just me. Deke, with a closed mouth smile, exits the
office with a wave, shutting the door on his way out just as my phone begins to
ring again. I stroll over to my desk and pick it up.
“Son’s Customs, this is—.”
“I love you, please don’t hang up.”
Marshall cuts me off, speaking exceedingly fast. “Just hear me out.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit back down at
my desk. “Fine.”
“Listen, I miss you, Eva, and I love
you so much. Please don’t break up with me. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have
judged you because of Gun.”
“Gunz,” I snippily correct.
“Right, Gunz , sorry. I don’t know anything about your past, and
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