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We followed him back into the garage, standing by as he thumbed through a large stack of oversized papers.
“Here it is.” Chevy whipped the form out with a flourish. “Just need you to sign here and here,” he pointed at the lines, “indicating we did the work and have your consent to dispose of the old battery. And here are the itemized charges.”
“Great,” I said, glancing over the bill and signing in all the marked spots. I plunked my black AmEx on the counter and Chevy raised a brow, but took the card and ran it through his (working) system.
“Thanks, Chevy. Appreciate it,” Quinn said as I collected my card and receipt.
“You bet. Tell Macy I said hey.”
A hot flash of possessiveness surged through me. Which was ludicrous, given that I barely knew Macy and had no claim on her whatsoever. I inhaled a quick breath, forcing the unbidden feeling away.
“You want to drive Macy’s car and I’ll follow you to the apartment?” Quinn asked.
I shook my head. “Nah. I’ll drop it off to her at the 5-to-9’er, grab some lunch while I’m there.”
“Okay. I’ll head back to the store then. See ya.”
Quinn waved, then hopped into his truck and drove off.
I opened Macy’s car door and ducked down into the tiny Civic, moving the seat as far back as it would go, yet still feeling cramped. This car clearly wasn’t built for people over 6’3.” I adjusted the mirrors, then eased out onto the road, heading towards the diner. My stomach swirled with nerves, my palms hot and even a little sweaty.
Get your shit together, Liam. She’s only a woman. You’ve dealt with many of them in your time.After all, I had three older sisters, plus a mom. My entire life post-Peachtree Grove was women. Why should Macy be any different?
Because she is,an insistent voice chided.I silenced that voice because it increased my anxiety and turned onto Main Street.
Just get her number. And a sandwich.
Fine, I said, taking a shaky breath.
Good grief, now I was talking to myself. Ireallyneeded to get some sleep tonight.
On that note, I parked Macy’s car and headed into the diner.
4
MACY
FML.The last thing I needed was car trouble. Especially after I’d just paid the damn thing off.
Although I had to admit, running into Liam this morning didn’t suck. I’m not sure exactly what I was thinking, handing him the keys to my car. But in my defense, he’d caught me off-guard in a vulnerable moment. Plus, he was even cuter in the daylight—that dark hair, those blue eyes almost the same color as a bright spring sky. So tall and lanky.I wondered what he’d look like with his shirt off...
“Hello, Macy! Table three needs refills.” Annabelle, another waitress, bumped my elbow, bringing me back to reality.
“Right. On it.” Shoving thoughts of Liam’s potentially muscular chest out of my mind, I grabbed the coffee pot and made my way across the diner.
I topped off both cups, then took table four’s order, collecting their menus and returning them to the wait stand.
“Hi Macy.”
I glanced up, my heart skipping at the deep timbre of the voice. Liam stood in front of me, one hand shoved in his pocket. My throat went dry as I straightened up, pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“Hey.”
“I brought your car back.”
“Really? It’s fixed already?” I bit down on the side of my bottom lip, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach, the rush of heat to my chest.
“Yes. All you needed was a new battery, no big deal.” Liam handed me my keys and the brief contact sent a delicious tingle rippling down my arm.
