Harlow was right, though.
She was way too young.
I was too jaded. Too broken.
I should stay far, far away.
The knowledge that I was no good for her didn’t stop me from heading outside a few moments later and checking her truck out.
Lucky for me, she felt that it was okay to leave her keys in it because it was broken down.
I got a look at everything and decided that she needed to get a new battery, spark plugs, and oil put in her truck.
I did make sure that Apollo double-checked me on what was stolen by the woman before I made my final parts order.
I also placed an order for food, then went back home to wait for everything.
The parts arrived, and I set them aside to wait for my food.
When it took longer to arrive than I expected, I pulled up my app to see that my food had been delivered.
Frowning, I opened the door and didn’t see anything.
I contacted the driver via the app to find out that he’d delivered it at my door.
When I asked for my photo of the door, he sent it over.
What I saw had me growling.
I marched over to the woman next door to me and pounded on her door.
She opened it looking not the least bit guilty.
“Did you eat my food?”
She blinked innocently at me. “Why would you think that?”
I poked her in the chest where there was a very obvious cheese stain.
“That’s my fuckin’ cheese sauce,” I grumbled. “And I’m starving.”
She blinked innocently at me. “That’s unfortunate.”
Then she slammed the door in my face.
I didn’t know why I fucking smiled as I pulled my app out and ordered my food a second time.
This time I was working on her truck when the food got here, and stopped the next delivery driver from making the same damn mistake.
“Sorry, man,” the driver apologized. “But your addresses are switched.”
I frowned and looked at the sign in the grass between our two yards to see that our addresses had indeed been switched. But the thing was, the damn sign was iron and hanging between our two yards on a double hook that went out both directions. The sign was hanging from a chain that you could take off and reposition if you so choose.
And I hadn’t fucking chosen.
This bitch…
I apologized and took the food with a smile, then ate my food leaning up against the front of her truck.
