I burst out laughing, sure she was just being silly. But when she didn’t laugh, I stared at her, completely baffled.
“How could you ever think Liam is gay?”
“He danced with you like a gentleman, he made no moves on you last night, and there are absolutely no rumors about who he sleeps with around town. That has to mean something.”
“Yes, that he’s discreet. And don’t talk about his lovers. That’s the last thing I want to think about.”
“Oh, come on, Bailey. I wouldn’t say anything, but before you run off and get your heart broken, just think about it for a minute. The man is sex on a stick, but he never goes after any of the women in the bars. You’ve never seen him around town with anyone, and you’ve never heard of him dating anyone. It’s not that hard to put the pieces together.”
“You’re so full of it. He’s not gay, and nothing you say can convince me.”
I shoved off the bed and headed to my own room to get ready. Enough of the daydreaming, I had to get to work. Maybe I’d see Liam today.
I was just slipping into my work pants when Cheyenne appeared in my doorway, looking just as glamorous as she always did. “You know, if you want to catch his attention, maybe you should choose a different profession than being a mechanic.”
“I like working at the garage.”
“Yes, but honey, you have grease under your nails ninety percent of the time.”
Frowning, I glanced down at my hands, wondering if she was right, but I always did a good job washing them.
“It doesn’t matter. If he likes me, which I know he does, he’ll want me no matter what my job is. Liam doesn’t care about that sort of thing.”
“I’m just saying, maybe he’d move a little faster if you shook something more than coveralls in his face the next time you see him.”
“Sure, I’ll put on a low-cut top just for him,” I said sarcastically.
“Maybe try doing something different with your hair.” She cocked her head to the side, grimacing at my ponytail. “It’s such a shame. You have such beautiful hair.”
“Get out of here. There’s nothing wrong with the way I dress or how I do my hair.”
“Well, if that’s all you’re going to do with yourself today, are you ready to go?”
“I’m surprised you ride in the same vehicle with me, seeing as how I’m so filthy all the time.”
“It’s better than walking. I wouldn’t want to ruin my boots. Besides, you do keep your car clean.”
“I’m glad you approve,” I teased, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.
Cheyenne and I shared an apartment on the south end of town. While we didn’t have the brilliant view of the sky-scrapingmountains, we paid decent rent, and we were separated from the bustle of town.
Well, as much bustle as there could be in a town of approximately eleven thousand people.
“Good morning, Mrs. Abernathy!”
The crotchety old woman sat on her front porch, rocking back and forth in the same rocker she’d had for the last forty years.
“Eh!” she huffed, waving me off.
“That old woman hates me,” I muttered.
“She hates everyone.”
“Well, I’m going to change that,” I decided, bypassing my car.
I jogged across the street and up her front steps with a smile on my face. I was going to make this old bat like me whether she wanted to or not.
“Who invited you up my steps?” she cried out.
