Page 24 of He's A Mean One


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It was pretty damn sexy, if you asked me.

His eyes, however, were what always held my attention.

So deep and soulful.

Like he had a bone-deep ache that never quite went away.

“It’s fantastic,” he admitted. “Where did you say this guy lived?”

I giggled, which was very unlike me because people like me didn’t giggle, and shook my head. “I’m never going to tell. The secret will stay with me forever.”

He grinned and took another bite, then went back to working on the truck.

For the next two hours, he drained my tank, cleaned my fuel lines, and ultimately made sure that everything was in working order.

Then he put everything back together and said, “Now we need gas.”

I winced. “I can walk and go get a little bit again.”

He leveled me with a look. “I’ll go. You stay here. I don’t have any space on my bike for you.”

That had me wilting slightly because there was space, I’d seen my sister ride with Doc plenty of times to know that there was always space, but chose not to argue.

Instead I sat down in the seat he’d gotten for me and started to read a book.

He grabbed another cookie from the box, then took his milk and started walking, leaving me alone in the huge shop by myself.

I was halfway through a chapter—a book about dragons and mages—and was really getting into the scene when a scrape had me craning my neck to see who was there with me.

Except, when I looked, there was no one there.

Weird.

I got out of my seat, clutching my phone in my hand, and went to have a look around.

It was as I was moving around the fourth car in the massive shop that I realized that there were a lot of places to hide in here.

Inside cars. Under cars. On the other sides of cars.

There was room fairly everywhere for someone to hide.

Which had my heart speeding up inside of my chest.

So many places to hide, yet I was stuck sitting here like a damn duck waiting to be slaughtered.

I decided the best option for me was to wait outside.

At least if I was outside, I had somewhere to run.

I went through the maze that Jasper had led me through earlier until I reached the front door.

Then, for good measure, I slammed it closed and then went to the shadows to wait for Jasper to get back.

I crouched down low next to the building and waited.

Maybe if I was still and quiet, nothing would happen.

I was probably overreacting, but I had a gut instinct that never failed me. And right now, it was screaming that I needed to be careful and cautious.