“Ma’am?” I asked. “Your car’s new, right?”
“Maisie.”
“Sorry?”
She smiled. “My name’s Maisie. I’d rather that than ‘ma’am,’ and yes, my car’s new.”
I forced myself not to react to the fuckin’ sexy ass name attached to the fuckin’ sexy ass woman as I rattled off the information to Bruce. But hell, if I wouldn’t be conjurin’ up her image as I fucked some other pussy later on that night, wishin’ her sexy-ass voice was callin’ my name as she came.
“Yeah, I think I got one,” Bruce said. “Let me find it and I’ll bring it by.”
I hung up and slid my phone in my pocket. I closed the hood of the car and turned to Maisie. “Bruce is lookin’ for your part and then we’ll get you on your way.”
“Thank you.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Despite her obvious politeness and confidence, there was a sadness about her. “You’ve kind of been my knight in shining armor today, I must say. I’ll just give Triple-A a ring and cancel.”
I nodded, and she pulled out her cell phone, canceling the truck just as Bruce jogged over, part in hand. I replaced the fuse and Maisie’s car started without issue.
“You’re all set,” I said.
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?”
“Sixt—” Bruce started to say.
“Nothin’,” I interrupted.
“You deserve to be paid for your time,” Maisie countered.
“It’s all good,” I said. “Just drive carefully.”
“Well, thank you, Mr. Hatch… and, ah, Bruce is it?” she said.
Bruce’s head bobbed up and down like the douchebag he was, but Maisie didn’t seem to notice, her million-dollar smile back on her face. “Thank you again.”
She climbed in her car and took off, giving us a sexy little wave as she headed toward the freeway.
“Fuck me, that woman was fine,” Bruce sang out.
“Shut the hell up, Bruce,” I ground out.
“You gonna pay for that part?”
“Yeah, man, I’ll pay for the fucking part.”
We headed back to the shop where I grabbed my shit, climbed on my Harley, and headed for the only place I knew I could get the beautiful woman out of my head.
* * *
Maisie
“I’m sorry?” Alison, my best friend and business partner, snapped over the speaker. “She just left you there?”
“Um, yes,” I said, and guided my car onto the freeway. Alison had called just as I hit I-5 and was now on hands-free.
“Who does that?” she continued. “It’s woman code, bitch. Never leave your sister behind.”
“I know! And I gave her a thirty-percent tip!”
“Did you annihilate her and then tell her you were never coming back?”
