sleep and forget that I ever met the brunette beauty that everyone wanted to fuck.
Chapter 3
It had been a full week since I’d seen the angry mechanic. It was Friday again and Brent would be back tomorrow. This would be my last chance to see Shane before Brent took notice. He knew me too well to not spot it immediately. I was so anxious to see him yet he probably couldn’t help but stay away from me.
Something about me pissed him off. I can’t imagine that it was the whole beer thing. It was a minor infraction since nothing happened, but it seemed to be the last straw for a man already in a bad mood. He hadn’t been rude to me at the garage, but then again a damsel in distress was hard to turn away. As soon as I almost dropped his beer, he was more upset than my cousin would have been. I shouldn’t even want to see his stupid handsome face again; yet as that night wore on all I could think about was if he’d come back. Would he be waiting to speak to me when I got out? I could have sworn I did see his reflection in the bar window as I was locking up. I didn’t want to acknowledge it since he didn’t seem to like me, but I wanted to see him again. I didn’t know his name until his friend apologized on his behalf, but Shane was something else. I’d never seen a man so tall outside a basketball game. He had that devil may care type of attitude, but it was something in his eyes that I noticed from the moment our eyes met. Whatever reason he had for denying the attraction, it was there.
“Hey, pretty lady.” I knew who it was without having to turn around.
“Hi, Jack. Aren’t you supposed to head out to see your family?” I asked, stocking the bottom of the bar with bottles of beer. We were about to close the bar down.
“Yeah, well, I came to see how you were holding up.” He paused and it worried me that he was interested in me. I wasn’t into him at all. The only man that had been on my mind was his buddy Shane.
“It’s fine. It’s almost closing time, so you know how it is.” There were high school football games starting, so a lot of the locals were at the games drinking away instead of at the bar.
“It doesn’t matter how many customers come around here. There’s only one that you want to see, isn’t there?” There was a suspicion and innuendo to his remark. He knew who I was thinking about. I scanned the bar every night for him. And anytime they mentioned him, I’d get awkward. He caught me looking over his shoulder all the time, hoping against hope that Shane would show up.
“No,” I lied.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. The man’s heart isn’t up for grabs. He doesn’t want you to want him. That’s why he’s stayed away,” he apologetically said. I tried to not let it get to me, but only the one simple encounter with him and he wouldn’t leave my head.
“That’s okay. It’s not just you, sweets. That’s who he is,” Jack said, grabbing my hand in his for sympathy.
“Look, he’s good looking and all, but that’s it. And there’s several good looking men in this place.”
“He’s got a twin brother, too.” He offered up that bit of information with a wicked grin. It wasn’t just Shane’s looks I was interested in. There was an air about him that summoned me his way. Normally, I wouldn’t have dropped that bottle. I’d been bartending for a year before I came here. I was better than most bartenders, but Shane Cline sent me into a girly freak out of epic proportions.
“Is he a big beast, too?”
“No, but Will’s got his own issues. He owns a cattle ranch not too far from here.”
“Good for him. Cattle are dangerous. I wouldn’t want to work around them, but I guess when you’re a giant it’s no big deal. Does Shane work with them, too?”
“No, but maybe one of them speared Shane in his ass and left the horn up there.”
We both started laughing, then I felt the change in the bar. Someone had walked in. I knew who it was by the feelings racing through
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