Brad and Lance laughed. Brad turned to Lance and smiled. “You did a great job. Thanks.” He pulled out his wallet and handed him a hundred dollar bill.
Before she and Brad left, she gave Lance a hug and thanked him. They walked to his truck holding hands. Now she was self-conscious of her perfect hair clashing with her jersey and outdated jeans.
“What do you want to do next, Tyger?” he asked.
She slowed her steps and met his eyes. “You call me Tyger like it was my real name.”
He gave her a skeptical look. “It is your real name, or have you forgotten?”
A different emotion crept over her and she didn’t know whether to blush or become upset. “I haven’t forgotten, but I want to know how you found out.”
“I have my sources.” He shrugged. “Of course, I didn’t realize that was your first name until after I’d been calling you that during the party.”
“I’ve always hated that name.”
He stopped and turned in front of her. “No, my sweet. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
“I’ve never liked it because it didn’t fit me or my personality, and it especially doesn’t fit my lifestyle.”
He caressed her cheek. “Then what do you say we make you into a Tyger?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I’ll take you to the mall and show you exactly what I mean.”
ELEVEN
Brad helped carry Breanna’smany bags of clothes into her apartment. The time spent with her today had been Heaven on earth. He couldn’t think of another time in his life when he’d enjoyed himself so much. Unfortunately, the day was drawing to a close, and soon he’d have to say good bye.
But before that happened, he had to change her mind about her so-called boyfriend.
She piled the bags on the floor by the couch before plopping down on the cushion and releasing a gush of air from her mouth. He set the bags in his arms down beside her and then joined her on the couch.
“Whew, what a day,” she exclaimed wearily.
“You can say that again. But we got so much done, so it was worth it.”
