Page 11 of Link (Dragon Riders MC 1)
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
I ripped my phone off my bedside table and sat up in bed. I dismissed the alarm before trying to figure out how the hell to set a later alarm for just two days a week. After playing around with my phone and finally figuring it out, though, I was already wide awake. Ready for a day I wasn’t ready to greet yet.
“Wonderful,” I grumbled.
I started my morning with a long, hot shower. Then, I wrapped myself up in a robe and walked my wet ass downstairs. I put on a pot of coffee and pulled out the rest of that salad. I wanted to finish it up for breakfast before the lettuce wilted too much and wasn’t fit for eating. I drew in a deep breath as I gazed out the kitchen window. The small fenced-in backyard of the place I currently rented made me smile. Though, I wished it had some patio furniture so I could go sit out there.
One day, when you have your own place.
The coffee pot stopped brewing and I poured myself a mug. Black as night and bitter, to boot. Exactly the way I liked it. Most people called me crazy because of it. But I always enjoyed the bitter aftertaste of coffee. Sure, maybe I was a bit crazy. It helped wake me up, though. It gave me the swift kick in the ass I needed in order to make it through the rest of my day.
“I think I’ll sit on the porch,” I murmured.
I abandoned my salad on the kitchen table and made my way out the front door. I didn’t sit down, though. Because when I saw my old beat-up red Subaru in the driveway, I froze. How the fuck did that car get here? Where the hell had it come from? I slowly set my coffee down on the porch table out front. I made my way to the car, eyeing the note left underneath the windshield wiper. I looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching me. Then, I picked up the note.
Got it up and running for you. Spark plugs shouldn't be an issue now. I also switched out your battery as well as the tires. They were practically bald. If you want to thank me, come by the Iron Horse anytime. I own the place.
LinkI walked around to the driver’s side and saw the keys hanging in the ignition. I opened the car door and slid in, almost fearful of cranking it up. But once I reached my hand out and turned the key? The car struck up as if nothing had been wrong with it. The engine hummed softly. The windshield had been replaced with one that wasn’t cracked. The damn thing even smelled nice.
Did he vacuum this thing out?
I shook my head as a smile crossed my face. Holy hell, this man had really cleaned this car up nicely. He must’ve worked all night on it! I had to thank him for that. There was no way I was letting this go without some sort of a “thank you” in return. I lifted the note and read those two words again. Iron Horse.
I need my phone.
After rushing back inside and figuring out that the Iron Horse was a bar in town, I made plans to be there when it opened, which wasn’t until seven o’clock anyway. I heard my car’s engine still running outside, so I walked back out there and killed the engine. I smiled as I shook my head, tossing my keys up into the air. I reached for my abandoned mug of coffee that now had a few bugs floating around in it and I closed the front door behind me.
Tonight, I had plans.
As I got ready for work and headed into the office, all I thought about was my anxiousness. I couldn't wait to see Link again. Especially after thinking about him all night. Having him in my dreams. Feeling as if he were there when I first woke up. I wondered if he had thought of me, too. If I had been on his mind like he’d been on mine. The five hours in my office crawled by at a snail’s pace. But once the clock struck four o’clock, I was out the door. I locked everything up and rushed to my car. I raced back to the house, determined to change into something a bit less professional for the evening. I tore through four different outfits before deciding on a pair of skinny jeans and a flowing shirt that fell softly off my shoulder. I piled my hair high, slid on some hoop earrings to make me feel like a boss lady, then redid my makeup before heading back out.
Iron Horse, here I come.
I pulled into the parking lot a little bit before seven. So, I sat there and tortured myself with exactly how I wanted to thank Link. Several speeches tumbled around in my mind. Did I want to be professional about it? Did I want to offer him something in return? Did I want to be more friendly? Or maybe more flirty?
