![]() ![]() Like making small talk or apologizing.Ī bike roared up the street with Rob Zombie blaring from the speakersĭespite the fact that it was barely seven a.m. Take it or leave it.” I didn’t waste time doing things that didn’t matter. But only because this is the best latte I’ve had in my entire life.Īnd is that your idea of an apology? Because just like the way you ask people if something’s wrong, it sucks.” When those pretty hazel eyes went wide, I knew I’d hit the mark. She took a long hit of coffee while looking up and down the street like she was debating escape. ![]() I got an alert that Tina was causing trouble at the café again, and that’s what I thought I was walking into.” Her expression suggested she didn’t find me helpful or amusing. I get in a car with you and I’m more likely to get chopped into pieces and scattered about in a desert than end up at my destination.” “Because you stormed into a cafe and screamed at me! Then you chased me down and you’re still yelling. And you’re turning down the offer of a ride because…” I didn’t waste time with women who required more than a good time and a handful of orgasms.īut since I’d already stuck my nose into the situation, called her trash, and yelled at her, the least I could do was bring the situation to a fast conclusion. I didn’t do doe-eyed princesses in need of saving. She looked like the kind of woman who’d take one look at me and hightail it to the safety of the first golf shirt-wearing board member she could find. Where Tina dressed like a biker babe who’d gone through a wood-chipper, Naomi wore high-end athletic shorts and a matching tank over a toned body that promised more than a handful of nice surprises. Eyes that made me think of forest floors and open fields. It and the flowers in it were trying to escape some kind of elaborate updo. But instead of the crispy fried look, she went in the Disney princess direction with thick hair the color of roasted chestnuts. Naomi, on the other hand, was cut from a different cloth. She had a hard mouth bracketed by deep frown lines from smoking two packs a day and feeling like the world owed her something. Tina’s face was the color and texture of an old-ass leather couch. The differences between them were pretty fucking obvious, even without my contacts. “You’re kidding me, right?”Īgatha needed to get her fucking eyes checked if she mistook the pissed-off brunette for her bleach-blonde, baked-tan, tattooed pain-in-the-ass sister. Naomi blinked at me like she was coming out of a fog. Now here I was, at what counted as the asscrack of dawn, playing town bouncer like an idiot and fighting with a woman I’d never met. I also threw some blame in Agatha’s direction too for good measure, since she’d been the one to text me that Tina had just walked her “trouble-making ass” into the cafe. My day wasn’t even supposed to be started yet, and it had already gone to shit. The woman was staring at me like I’d just suggested she French kiss a rattlesnake. ![]()
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