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spare,” she returned. “Though,” she went on when his eyes cut to her, “you’ve given me an idea. All those silly women out there who don’t know better, I could give a helping hand, design some leaflets. Pass them out all around Denver. Explain about spare usage. How dangerous it is. I’ll be sure to put a bunch of butterflies on it and douse it with glitter so I can keep their attention while they’re reading it.”
    He felt his eyes narrow as his mouth asked, “What the fuck?”
    “Nothin’,” she muttered, then he felt his gut tighten when she asked, “Is a blowjob acceptable payment for a tire change or does the headboard need to rock?”
    Seriously.
    He hadn’t seen the bitch in months, he hadn’t spoken to her in over a year, what was with the fucking attitude?
    He was too goddamned incensed to ask her that, all he could force out was a repeated, “What the fuck?”
    “Payback, Shy. I certainly wouldn’t want to put you out of your way for nothing,” she explained, and he felt his jaw go tight before he forced it loose in order to respond.
    “Give me five minutes, baby, hauled ass out here to take care of you, my truck’s old, the heat isn’t what it used to be. She warms up, a blowjob in the cab would be just fine.”
    “Is it necessary for me to call a friend or will just me do?” she shot back.
    “Hard for two bitches to get their mouths wrapped around my cock, but if you’ve got a way, sugar, I’m up for the experience.”
    “Oh, you’ll be up,” she hissed, leaning in slightly.
    “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he returned.
    She stared at him through her shades, her mouth set, and he knew, he tore off those fucking sunglasses, her eyes would be flaring.
    He pulled in a breath, calming the burn in his insides so he was able to request, “You wanna explain the attitude?”
    “No,” she clipped.
    “If you don’t, then don’t dish that shit out. You got somethin’ up your ass, you gotta have the balls to let it hang out. Not dish out shit and expect me to eat it when I don’t know your fuckin’ problem.”
    “You’re right, Shy. My apologies. You walking up to my car and cursing sarcastically at me threw me off my game. You went out of your way to help me, I should be more appreciative.”
    Her words were sweet. Her tone was not.
    “Babe, you led with snapping out you’d have this covered if you could move those lug nuts. You didn’t even fuckin’ say hello. How, exactly, would you have liked me to respond to that, seein’ as you haven’t so much as looked at me in a long fuckin’ time.”
    She threw out her hands in a bullshit gesture of apology. “Sorry, Shy, so, so sorry. I mean, it isn’t like I was on my way to do something when I got a stupid flat then I couldn’t move the stupid lug nuts and I tried for, like”—she leaned in—“
ever.
So when you rolled up to help out, instead of being understandably frustrated, I should have put the smile on and given you the love. I get that, you hauled yourself out here to help out and me being pissed off that my day is totally screwed, my hands are dirty, my jeans are dirty, and I have to go home and change isn’t your problem. I shouldn’t make it that way.”
    Fuck, she had a point.
    “Tabby—” he started, but she cut him off.
    “And the blowjob crack was out of line. I apologize for that too.”
    “Tab—”
    “As was the friend thing and, well… everything. Now, are we good?”
    There it was.
    His shot.
    And he was going to take it.
    He took a step toward her and said quietly, “We’re good, babe, but since your day is screwed anyway, and we’re out in the middle of nowhere, we should take this time to talk.”
    When he moved toward her, she held her ground. After he made his suggestion, she leaned slightly back.
    “About what?” she asked.
    “I got the feeling you’re avoiding me.”
    “I’m not,” she stated, too quickly.
    “I haven’t spoken to you in over a year,” he