Monroe
My heart skips a beat when I glance over to see the same Murphy woman staring at me.
Her honey blond hair falls straight in a shining cascade to her shoulders. Her straight little nose keeps turning up every time she sees me like she smells something bad.
But those eyes of hers glint with something else. I’ve never seen eyes like hers. Not green, not blue. Some strange combo of the two that swirls with fire when she’s pissed.
Lucky for me, she seems to get pissed easy because when she does I can’t look away from her.
Not that it matters what I think about her eyes. She’s a Murphy and that means she’s nothing to me.
I unlock the outside door and start the process to open the register system.
It’s been a long time since I worked here as a teenager but luckily Dad hasn’t changed a damn thing in the twenty years since I left. Although he should.
Cringing, I pick up the yellow-lined legal pad that he’s got his inventory on. Total old school and definitely needing an upgrade.
But the only way that I could get my dad to let me work in the store while he was laid up was to promise him that I’d run any changes by him first.
Ridiculous. The man needs to retire and it would be the perfect time for it to happen. Now that I’m looking for my next career.
A twinge hits my belly and I rub at my left thigh absently. Fucker still hurts like a firebrand in my thigh. It’s only been three months since the incident but it’s already made me realize that my thirty-eight year old body can’t take anymore of the damage I was doing to it.
I don’t have many options open to me right now.
My phone rings and I pick it up, groaning when I see who it is. “Hello, Dad. What’s up?”
“Did you get in the store alright? Does it look okay?”
“It’s only been a few days since you were here, Dad. It looks exactly the same.”
“You never know. You can’t trust those Murphy girls.”
My eyes drift over to the see-through part of the wall, locked on the beautiful blond with the shimmering eyes.
Her eyes widen and she jogs around a corner like she’s hiding from me.
Or hiding the fact that I just caught her staring at me.
A little thrill runs through me. Does she like what she sees?
“Did you hear me, Monroe? Make sure that you lock up at night. You never know what those people will do if they get a chance!”
Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair and brighten when I see someone walking in the door. “I’ve got to go, Dad. I’ve got a customer.”
“Okay. Just remember what I told you.”
“I know, I know. You can’t trust the Murphy women. I got it.” Sighing, I hang up the phone and slip it into my pocket as anolder woman comes wandering in with another woman around her own age.
“Can I help you ladies find anything?”
He spends the next half an hour talking to the tourists looking for something small to take back with them to remember the sleepy little town.
He happily finds them an antique pen set and a decoupaged tray that’s dripping with flowers.
Chattering, they walk out the door happy as clams. He finishes closing out the sales and smirks when he glances over and sees the same woman staring at him.
His dick jerks in his old broken-in jeans and he grits his teeth.Not the damn time, asshole.
