Page 37 of Fall For Me
I know right? Anyways, I can work with you tomorrow.
Sean
I’ll just hit up Aiden.
Hannah
He can’t meet up with you either. He’s at the Ducati dealership negotiating for me. Just wait until tomorrow and I’ll work with you.
Sean
I thought you were at the dealership.
Hannah
I was but now I’m at the cafe next door while Aiden handles business.
Bubbles appear, then disappear, appear, then disappear again. I hop out of our text and pull up my kindle app. Nestled into the backcorner of the cafe, I deeply immerse myself into House of Byrne by H.B. Elliott, completely enamored by the nerdy mafia character that I’ve deemed as Delicious Declan while eating my meal. When my plate is cleared, and I realize I’ve been sitting here entirely too long, I check the time and see it’s been a couple of hours.
Catching my server’s attention, I pay, then head back to the dealership. Just as I walk in the door, two big hockey players come walking out of the office.
What the hell is Sean doing here?
“I had it under control, Mac,” Aiden hisses as they approach me.
“You were sinking like the fucking Titanic. Plus, her business isn’t yours to have under control,” Sean argues quietly, spinning the key ring around his finger before tossing the keys to me. “Catch.”
I fumble the keys, and they clatter to the ground. Scooping them up, I glance between the two men. “What the hell is going on?”
With a white glittery helmet in one hand and a couple of shopping bags in the other, Aiden swings an arm in Sean’s direction. “This possessive asshole just turned you into a polygamist.”
“Bailed you out though, didn’t I?”
I can’t even with them. Pocketing the keys, I head toward the office.
“Where are you going?” they both ask at the same time, stopping me in my tracks.
“Where does it look like I’m going?” I throw my hands up, walking backwards. “I’m going to pay for my bike.”
“It’s taken care of,” Sean argues.
Oh no. No, no, no. Nobody is paying for my shit! I spin back around and continue toward the office, but before I make it to the door, a strong hand grabs my wrist.
Trying to jerk out of Sean’s hold, I pin him with a glare. “You’re not paying for my bike, Sean. I swear to God, if you don’t let me go, I’ll . . . I’ll . . .”
“You’ll what? Make a scene? I worked out a deal. If you go in there, you’ll ruin it and pay full price.”
“You don’t know that. Besides I don’t want you doing me any favors.”
“Oh, but it’s perfectly fine for Aiden to do favors for you?” Letting go of my wrist, he begins to walk toward the front of the showroom, shaking his head, then stops and turns around. “You know what? Go ahead. Shoot your shot. See what happens. I don’t know why I even try.”
“I didn’t ask you to do this.”
He strides back to where I’m standing until the toes of his shoes kiss mine. “No, because you always run tohim.”
Giving me his back once again, I watch as he walks toward the front and pushes the glass door open, disappearing out of sight.
“Come on, Han-Han. He’ll cool off,” Aiden says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and coaxing me toward the bike. “Next time someone does something nice for you, the polite thing to say would be ‘thank you’.”
