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“They’re big teddy bears,” she smirked.

They danced again and again that night, then Iggy walked her to her door.

“I’d love to see you again, Olive,” he smiled.

“Well, we both live here,” she said nervously. “I’m sure we will. I work at the shop with Skull and the others.” He nodded, a little confused by the statement.

“Will I see you at breakfast tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’ll be there. I’ll save you a seat.”

Olive stood on her toes, kissing his cheek as she went inside. Iggy stood there a minute, getting a whiff of her perfume. His dick was so hard it was pressing against his zipper in a painful way.

When he turned to walk away his instincts sent off an alarm, telling him that something was wrong. He didn’t know what. But he wasn’t about to let her go through anything alone.

CHAPTER FIVE

Iggy waited as long as he could for Olive to show up for breakfast. When she didn’t, he just thought she’d gotten busy or slept in. When he didn’t see her for lunch, dinner, or breakfast the next day, he got that feeling again.

“Dude, just go see her in the shop,” said Rowe. “You can use the excuse that you’re looking for a bike.”

“That’s a good idea,” he said nodding. “She’s different Rowe. She’s sweet and beautiful and doesn’t even know it. But I’m getting the feeling that something is wrong and I don’t think it has anything to do with me.”

“You’ve got the best instincts I know of brother. Go see her.”

Iggy leaned back against the counter of the bike shop. Olive was helping a few customers out but she’d barely spoken to him when he walked in.

He thought they’d made a great connection at the wedding. They’d practically danced all night together, even kissing when it was all done. Since that time, she’d avoided his calls and attempts to be near her.

“Something is wrong with her,” said Gunner to the younger man. “She’s usually happy, smiling, always making this place a little less male. She’s like one of our own daughters.”

“You know her?” frowned Iggy.

“Since she was five. She lived with an aunt and uncle until she was eight but she went to our school on the property. She and Jennifer were good friends. Jennifer saw her in kindergarten opening an empty lunch box and split hers with her. After that, we knew something was wrong.

“She’d been living with an aunt and uncle who weren’t exactly kind to her. We got the courts to turn her over to us and she lived in the school behind the gates. She went to college, graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering and we thought she would move away.”

“But she didn’t?” frowned Iggy.

“Nope. Came here and asked for a job in the shop. She lives in one of the small garçonnières.” Gunner turned the young man to face him. “Iggy, something is wrong and we can’t get her to talk to us. See what you can do.”

“Me?” he frowned. “She won’t even acknowledge me.” Gunner slapped him on the back.

“You’re a fucking Marine. Make her.”

Iggy chuckled, nodding his head. He knew what the man meant. When the customers left he approached her again.

“Olive? Can we talk?” he asked.

“I’m really busy,” she said nervously.

“No you’re not!” yelled Gunner from the back. Iggy smirked at her and held out a hand.

“We just talk.” She nodded, taking a seat behind the counter. Iggy stayed on the other side of the counter, keeping a safe barrier between them in case she was scared.

“Olive, I thought we made a great connection at the wedding. If you didn’t feel the same way, just tell me,” he said calmly. She looked up at him, surprised.

“No. No, I mean, yes we made a connection.”