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her family she would be a professional shop-a-holic. A fucking spoiled brat. I was in a mood today and if Selena wasn’t careful, she would be on the receiving end of some snarky man-grump.
“I thought we should catch up tonight. I could bring around some Indian, wine, maybe a movie?” This was code for I’ll bring dinner and alcohol if you fuck me senseless. And usually I would be right on board. Not today though and I hated Indian. I hated wine even more.
“I’m working tonight.” I managed between mouthfuls.
“You don’t do night shifts anymore,” she grumbled.
“Volunteers are sick and Blue took a couple of days off.” I kept shoveling food in my mouth in an attempt to not have to talk to her.
“Maybe I could stop by the warehouse?” Selena suggested. I clenched the fork with a little more gusto than needed. If she referred to Mercy’s shelter as ‘the warehouse’ one more time I would throw my greasy breakfast in her damned lap. Well, no I wouldn’t, it tasted too good to waste like that. But I would definitely shout, then she would cry and I would feel like shit for yelling and making her cry.
“Sorry Selena, not tonight.” This was code for fuck off and Selena didn’t get it.
“Jax, I haven’t seen you in over two weeks,” she leaned in, her whispering voice a seductive breath on my ear. Okay, maybe that stirred something, but a moment later a girl walked up to the counter with long black hair and my thoughts suddenly detoured to another girl with long dark hair and beautiful brown eyes.
“I saw you out the front of your office last week. I can’t tonight, I’m busy,” I said with a little more force. Shit, now she was pouting again. I finished my breakfast; actually, I pretty much inhaled it without a thought other than this was the best greasy breakfast on the face of the earth. I threw some money on the counter, leaving a substantial tip and was surprised that I had all but forgotten Selena who still sat by my side. She looked a little taken back and I felt guilty.
“Sorry babe, maybe later in the week? Give me a call.” This was code too. I really didn’t want to catch up, but if she pushed, I might eventually give in. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left The Pit Stop. I had to drop into the office and make sure everything there was being handled and then I would go home for a couple of hours shut eye before heading back to Mercy’s. And I had to admit, my heart did some crazy lurching shit at the thought of seeing Ella again.
Chapter 5
Ella
I had to get out of Mercy’s. The moment I woke my eyes had darted around the room hoping to see Jax and when I hadn’t been able to find him I was disappointed. I was angry at myself for wanting to see him, angry for caring. He was likely on his way home to see his wife and I was fawning over him like some naïve teenager. I needed to get my Claymont life together and first step was work. I had spoken to Rita a few months ago and when she realized the direction I seemed to be headed in, she had mentioned an old friend who owned a florist in Claymont. She was apparently the type of employer who wouldn’t ask questions and would pay me cash. I just hoped she was looking to put someone on. The thick snow on the street outside had already been plowed. The snow fall had been substantial last night, but this morning the sun shone brightly melting the worst of it. I navigated the unfamiliar streets with ease. Claymont was a pretty town, small and nestled at the foot of some pretty impressive snowy mountains. The streets were quaint and tidy and even at this early hour there were people moving about with casual intent. I had read on a flyer at the bus depot that Claymont was home to a very large university, so no doubt
“I thought we should catch up tonight. I could bring around some Indian, wine, maybe a movie?” This was code for I’ll bring dinner and alcohol if you fuck me senseless. And usually I would be right on board. Not today though and I hated Indian. I hated wine even more.
“I’m working tonight.” I managed between mouthfuls.
“You don’t do night shifts anymore,” she grumbled.
“Volunteers are sick and Blue took a couple of days off.” I kept shoveling food in my mouth in an attempt to not have to talk to her.
“Maybe I could stop by the warehouse?” Selena suggested. I clenched the fork with a little more gusto than needed. If she referred to Mercy’s shelter as ‘the warehouse’ one more time I would throw my greasy breakfast in her damned lap. Well, no I wouldn’t, it tasted too good to waste like that. But I would definitely shout, then she would cry and I would feel like shit for yelling and making her cry.
“Sorry Selena, not tonight.” This was code for fuck off and Selena didn’t get it.
“Jax, I haven’t seen you in over two weeks,” she leaned in, her whispering voice a seductive breath on my ear. Okay, maybe that stirred something, but a moment later a girl walked up to the counter with long black hair and my thoughts suddenly detoured to another girl with long dark hair and beautiful brown eyes.
“I saw you out the front of your office last week. I can’t tonight, I’m busy,” I said with a little more force. Shit, now she was pouting again. I finished my breakfast; actually, I pretty much inhaled it without a thought other than this was the best greasy breakfast on the face of the earth. I threw some money on the counter, leaving a substantial tip and was surprised that I had all but forgotten Selena who still sat by my side. She looked a little taken back and I felt guilty.
“Sorry babe, maybe later in the week? Give me a call.” This was code too. I really didn’t want to catch up, but if she pushed, I might eventually give in. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left The Pit Stop. I had to drop into the office and make sure everything there was being handled and then I would go home for a couple of hours shut eye before heading back to Mercy’s. And I had to admit, my heart did some crazy lurching shit at the thought of seeing Ella again.
Chapter 5
Ella
I had to get out of Mercy’s. The moment I woke my eyes had darted around the room hoping to see Jax and when I hadn’t been able to find him I was disappointed. I was angry at myself for wanting to see him, angry for caring. He was likely on his way home to see his wife and I was fawning over him like some naïve teenager. I needed to get my Claymont life together and first step was work. I had spoken to Rita a few months ago and when she realized the direction I seemed to be headed in, she had mentioned an old friend who owned a florist in Claymont. She was apparently the type of employer who wouldn’t ask questions and would pay me cash. I just hoped she was looking to put someone on. The thick snow on the street outside had already been plowed. The snow fall had been substantial last night, but this morning the sun shone brightly melting the worst of it. I navigated the unfamiliar streets with ease. Claymont was a pretty town, small and nestled at the foot of some pretty impressive snowy mountains. The streets were quaint and tidy and even at this early hour there were people moving about with casual intent. I had read on a flyer at the bus depot that Claymont was home to a very large university, so no doubt
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