Sometimes I don’t even need a name, or I forget it. Like the night with Wes. I’m pretty sure he didn’t remember mine either since he kept calling me angel.
I heard him come home last night, and it wasn’t long before I had a text from him. He didn’t have my number for the longest time, but Sutton “accidentally” gave it to him, supposedly. She’sbeen on me for awhile, questioning if there’s something between. She had some excuse as to why she gave it to him, but I think it was some failed attempt at trying to play matchmaker.
That will never happen between us.
Now he has my number and uses it to his advantage more often than I would like. The grump sure as shit stays to himself, and I try to as much as possible. You’d think we could live in peace, never speaking to each other, but that’s just not the case.
I left him on read last night because his threat to show up at my house was a little too tempting. It’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm that I didn’t give myself, and unfortunately for me I remember exactly how easy it was for him to pull the pleasure from my body.
And I’m sure there’s more where that comes from.
I did get a text from Sutton this morning sending an SOS because she needs caffeine and left her coffee at home, apparently. I was working on inventory, but told her I would be her savior. Luckily, Amity is extremely small; we only have one stoplight and the grooming salon where she works is less than a mile down the road from my coffee stand so it won’t take me long to get over there.
She always orders the same thing, an iced vanilla latte with almond milk, so I put it together quickly, and let Jenn, one of my employees, know I’ll be right back.
I could easily walk to the grooming salon next to the fire station, but I opt for the faster option of driving. When I walk in I’m greeted with a bark that definitely did not come froma dog.
“Shut up, Vern!”the shop's cockatoo, Jerry Lee, announces like he always does. No one here is named Vern, and no one really knows where that came from, but he has lots of interesting phrases he’s learned over the years.
“Jizz! Hot guy, Jameson!”
Like those.
“Jerry Lee, I swear to God I will pluck your feathers out one by—Oh hi!” Sutton greets and I laugh, handing over her drink. “Thank you so much. I owe you my life, or my first born.“
“Keep any child you have to yourself, you don’t owe me anything.”
“Wait, why are we offering children?” Lily steps out into the entryway. “Hold on, where’s mine?”
Sutton clutches the drink tightly to her chest, as though she’s trying to conceal it.
“This isn’t fair,” Lily pouts.
“You didn’t ask, she did. Sorry.” I shrug.
“See if I do anything for you two ever again.” She looks between us with a glare before storming off.
Sutton smirks before calling out, “Parker’s outside.”
“He’s not on shift today,” Lily calls back, and Sutton slaps her hand over her mouth, stifling her laughter. “I didn’t say that, I don’t know anything about him or his schedule and I hate you both.”
Standing between them, I’m a little lost in their banter. I know Parker is a firefighter who works with Jameson, and that he and Lily have a past. I’m not one to bring up anyone’s histories, considering mine with my neighbor, so I stay quiet like usual.
Lily’s head peeks around the corner. “I’m kidding. You know I love you both, but also you’re mean.” Then she’s gone again.
“Anyway, I should head back to work. Lily,” I call out, “do you want me to bring you anything?”
“It’s too late for you to try and buy my love now, this ship has sailed!” she yells from the other room, and Sutton just shrugs.
“Okay then, I’ll see you later.”
“Bitch!”the bird squawks.
“That’s a new one,” I comment.
“Yeah, take one guess where it came from.” Sutton points her thumb in the direction where Lily disappeared.
I smile, shaking my head and saying goodbye before I turn and head back to work.
