“There’s my ride.”
Chapter Fourteen
Alan
Some dude old enough to be her father sat in the driver’s seat. Jessica opened the passenger door with a polite smile.
“Hi, Mr. Roberts. Thanks again for coming to get us.” She stepped to the side and said, “This is my boss, Lainey Beaumont. And Alan...”
She turned to me when she realized she didn’t know my last name.
“Callahan,” I supplied.
The man ignored Jess and Lainey and addressed me.
“You work here?”
I realized the bakery shirt must have given him that impression and decided not to correct him.
I chuckled. “I help out when I’m in town.”
Lainey spoke up. “His brother is the newest hire on the Haven Springs police force. Alan came to visit him.”
I could tell he had more questions, but Jessica said, “Just let me install Ruthie’s car seat and I’ll be ready to go… it should only take a minute.”
“No problem, Jess. And I told you, call me Kevin.”
No, Kev. She should keep calling you Mr. Roberts.
Jessica opened the rear passenger door and held her hand out for Lainey to give her the diaper bag, which she then deposited on the floor.
I relinquished the car seat next and stepped back. As Jess maneuvered the safety belt through the back of the baby’s seat, I watched ol’ Kevin’s eyes fixate on Jessica’s tits, and my ire went through the roof.
Sticking my body inside the passenger’s seat so I could block the old guy’s view, I asked her, “Do you need any help?”
She blew her hair out of her face as she looked over at me.
“Nope, I almost got it.”
A few clicks later she gave a victorious smile. “All done!”
As much as I didn’t want to, I begrudgingly stepped out of the car to let her replace me in the front seat.
With a “Thanks, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she closed the door and put her seat belt on.
As the car backed out of the spot, I had an overwhelming desire to follow them to make sure Kev didn’t try to make a pit stop. It’d be easy enough to do; Brian’s Silverado was parked two spots down, and the keys were in my pocket.
As if reading my mind, Lainey encircled my arm with both hands and whispered, “She told me she’d text me the minute she got home. Relax.”
That was easier said than done.
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Jessica
I nervously tapped my fingers in my lap and looked out the window as we drove out of town. Try as I might, I couldn’t think of any small-talk topics to fill the quiet car.
Finally, he spoke.
