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Faith; just keep fighting it . I keep telling myself in my head as I give her a smile.
      “Faith, Ryder is a little out there and he is a bad boy. Honestly and truly a bad boy. Just keep your guard up, please.” Layla says as she gives me a hug and I sigh into her thinking I really should take her advice.
      “I will be careful, Layla. I promise.” I tell her as I set away from her and grab my plates that are ready to be served.

Chapter 8 –
    “Why does bad have to feel so good…”
     
       “Faith, is your shift over yet? If so, can I walk you home so we can make some plans for tomorrow?” Ryder asks as I walk past him and back behind the counter to drop some dishes in the buckets.
       “Yeah, actually my shift is just ending. Give me a minute and I’ll go clock out.” I start to untie my apron from around my waist and walk through the swinging doors back into the kitchen and office area.
       Now don’t think too far into this dinner, Faith. It is just dinner!
    I keep telling myself, which is the same thing I have been telling myself since he asked me the day before yesterday!
       I walk back to the kitchen to see Layla leaning on the counter and she is talking right at Ryder, “Don’t you fucking go there. You’re still a little punk, but you’re my brother. Don’t you…” she stops talking because she notices that Ryder is staring right at me with a smile on his face.
      “You ready, babe?” He reaches out and grabs my hand, all I can do is look over my shoulder a little bit and give a small wave to Layla as we walk out.
       “You and I will talk tomorrow morning, princess. Bright and early!” Layla says with her smart ass tone.
     
    *****
     
        Ryder and I start to walk across the parking lot towards the run down motel that I have been staying in. It is such a dump and doesn’t smell all that great either.
    “So, what made you become a truck driver? Is it something that you love and could see yourself doing forever?” I ask Ryder as we walk along in silence, but he doesn’t say anything for several moments and I think that maybe I hit a nerve or something.
        “Well, I was kind of forced into trucking by my dad. See the people, what he, ummm… How do I explain this? My dad was into…ummm…. bad shit. And since I was the youngest and was always around I was molded into what he wanted. That’s why everyone said I was going to become my father. But that is a different story for a different time.” I can tell that he's trying to prevent himself from letting any emotion show through as he talks about his father.
       “Oh, well. Sometime you can finish telling me. But here is my wonderful room. So I will see you tomorrow, at four pm for dinner right?” I look up at him and I see those amazing sandy brown eyes look down at me while he nods his head.
      “Yep, so be ready at 4. I will pick you up in front of the truck stop, and no we aren’t taking my truck. I will borrow Layla’s car. So dress warmly and comfy. See you in the morning beautiful.” He leans in to either hug me or kiss me but I just step out of the way and into my doorway. He stumbles forward and I start snickering.
    “Told you it wasn’t going to be THAT easy to win me over, a dinner is just dinner but you add touching and feeling into it and it becomes more. Goodnight Ryder.” I smile at him warmly and close the door behind me.

*****
     
    BANG BANG BANG
     
    What in the hell is that? I sit up in bed and try and figure out if I am dreaming or if this is really happening.
     
    BANG BANG BANG BANG
     
    Holy cow! Yeah, that is real and it isn’t a dream.  Someone is really at my front door. Knocking rather loudly, I look at the clock and it is 7:30am.
      I jump out of bed and see that I am presentable enough to answer the door.
      Layla! She half pushes herself into the door the second I open it. “Umpf, well good morning to you too Layla! What the hell is all this about you do realize that