by Mia Ford
“Oh no, to the contrary,” Chance smiled. “My mother used to have a garden of her own, and just the smell of everything here kind of brings me back.”
Did he just compare me to his mother? I wanted to slap myself.
“That’s wonderful,” I said instead. “Not a lot of people appreciate them.”
“Well, Chuck obviously does,” Chance said. “The motel’s like a giant greenhouse.”
I chuckled. “Chuck’s a sweetheart,” I replied. “My biggest client. Well, as big as they come in Ludwig.”
“You should really think about delivering outside of town,” Chance hinted. “I mean, these are actually beautiful, and with the right management tool, you could expand your business tenfold.”
“Woah, slow down, cowboy,” I chuckled and mocked Chuck’s thick Texas accent. “What are you, one of the entrepreneurs we hear about?”
Chance laughed, hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded. “Yeah, of sorts. Listen, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to intrude on your work. I just wanted to come over and say I really enjoy the flowers, and that what you’re doing here is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I said.
He nodded, looked at me for a beat, and then nodded again. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around.”
You most certainly will.
“Yes, I guess so,” I smiled.
I watched him walk to the front office, then turned around and let out the breath I had been holding in.
* * *
He was still in the front office when I was done putting out fresh flowers in all the rooms. I had gone through my routine a little faster than normal, most of my work done yesterday, and was just going in for a cup of coffee when I saw him sitting on the couch in the tiny lobby, flipping through a magazine. Chuck was bent over a few papers, scratching his head as he tried to make sense of the numbers he was punching into an old-timey calculator.
Chance looked up at me, flashed me a smile, and put the magazine down.
If he keeps smiling at me like that, I’ll lose it.
I smiled back, went to the coffee pot and poured myself a mug, my mind screaming at me to just ignore the coffee and go home. Another few minutes with him, and I’d probably say something stupid that would just make me look like a complete idiot.
Britney came out from the back, stopped in her tracks when she saw him, and then diverted her gaze to me and winked. I widened my eyes at her and mouthed “stop it”, earning a knowing smile from her as she walked out.
“Numbers confusing you again, Chuck?” I asked.
Chuck raised his head, a frown on his face, and looked at me as if he was trying to decide whether or not he knew who I was. He quickly shrugged, pushed the calculator away and scratched at his beard.
“Martha usually does the bill paying and such,” he said, “but she’s at her sister’s for the next two days, and I have no idea where to start.”
“Need help with those?” Chance asked. “I’m a bit of a numbers guy.”
“That’s okay,” Chuck said. “I need to get a hang of these things sooner or later. I can’t keep pushing things off onto other people just because I don’t like to do them.”
Chance stood up, crossed the room with three long strides, and brushed up next to me as he gazed down at the papers in front of Chuck. I sipped at my coffee, wondering what it would be like to just lean into him and have him wrap an arm around my shoulder.
Fifteen, Ashlyn. You’re acting like you’re fucking fifteen.
“See, there’s your problem,” Chance said, pointing at a column on one of the sheets. “You’ve got the cost of your laundry supplies listed under room rents, which is income, when they should be in the expenditures side. That’s why the numbers don’t balance.”
Chuck leaned in, shook his head in disbelief and chuckled. “Thanks, Chance,” he said. “Although I’m not sure if you should be looking at these numbers in the first place. Lord knows they’re nothing to be proud of these days.”
“Glad to be of help,” Chance said, glancing briefly at me and winking. He seemed so laid back, so relaxed. I wondered what the hell he was doing in Ludwig.
“So, business advice and numbers,” I said. “Can you do repairs, too?”
Chance laughed at that. “I’ve got some time on my hands,” he said. “Tell me what needs fixing and I’ll figure it out.”
I laughed and sat down on one of the high chairs near the coffee machine. “Why exactly do you have time on your hands?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said you’re an entrepreneur of sorts, right? Aren’t you supposed to be buried deep in numbers and graphs, choosing your next venture?”
Chance leaned against the counter and fixed me with his eyes. They’re like twin windows to an ocean view. How the hell do you look at those and not lose yourself?
“I’m on sabbatical,” he said. “City life’s a little too much these days, thought I’d take a break from it all, appreciate the great outdoors.”
“And that’s why you’re in Ludwig?” I had to laugh. “Our great outdoors ain’t that great, especially this time of year.”
“Unless you like things dry as the desert and hotter’n hell,” Chuck added.
“No, actually, I’m in Ludwig because my truck broke down,” he answered. “I was on my way to –” He hesitated, then smiled. “Never mind. Let’s just say I’m grounded for a few days until Hank can get the part to fix my truck.”
I nodded and took a sip from my coffee, wondering why he was being so vague. Then again, we were strangers, and there was nothing that said we had to share everything just because we were sitting in the same couple of square feet. Ludwig could do that to you. Everyone knew everything about everyone else, and although it was a privacy killer, it did bring the community a lot closer together. It was just second nature to want to know everything you could about the person in front of you. It was almost like welcoming in a new member of the family.
“An odd place to break down,” I said. “I mean, Ludwig isn’t really on the interstate’s way to any major city.” I winced a little inside, wishing I didn’t have that bit of curiosity that was either going to make him hate me, or at the very least avoid me for the remaining days he was here.
“Who said I was going to a major city?” Chance asked, a wide smile on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was obviously enjoying the little game.
“I just assumed as much, I guess,” I said, looking at him from above the rim of my mug.
“Told you, taking a break, great outdoors, all that.”
I nodded and smiled, giving him a look that I hoped let him know that I wasn’t buying it. From what I knew, investors never really took breaks. Not unless they were sitting on a pile of cash, which would not explain why he would be driving anything that might break down on him.
“I guess I’d just expect someone to move a little bit more northwards if they were looking for the great outdoors.”
“You gotta excuse Ashlyn,” Chuck laughed as he watched our conversation go back and forth. “We’re a small town. We’re used to asking questions.”
“Not at all,” Chance said. “Truth is, I was on my way to Houston, big investment opportunity. Only it’s in a few days, so I thought I’d do a little sightseeing until then.”
“Sabbatical,” I nodded. “Is that what normal folks would call a little time off?”
“It is,” he said with a smile itching at the corner of his lips. He stared at me, his eyes squinting just a little, and I knew he was trying to read me. He was definitely interesting, along with the strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. For reasons other than the fact that I was a Ludwig native, I wanted to know everything there was to know about him.
Attracted to the strange ones, as always, eh Ahslyn?
I pushed the little voice to the back of my head where it wouldn’t bother me anymore. I finished my coffee, grabbed the rest of my stuff and handed Chuck the master key I’d used to replace the
flowers in all the rooms, even though most of them would be vacant the entire week.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Mr. Sabbatical,” I said with a smile. “Just let me know if you’re ever looking for a tour guide.”
“I’ll do that,” Chance replied, drawing out the words as if he was teasing me with them.
I gave him one last look, then turned and walked out the office, blushing like a silly school when I realized that my brief chat with the man called Chance had left me as wet as the Rio Grande in spring.
I would definitely be seeing him again.
Chapter 7: Chance
Ashlyn… Ashlyn…
I couldn’t get the beautiful girl with the warm smile out of my head. Which was strange for a guy like me. Usually it didn’t matter who they were, I was always able to forget about a girl the minute they were out of my line of sight. And under no circumstances did I remember their fucking name. I was the poster boy for “Fuck ‘em and forget ‘em”… I’d fucked models and actresses and socialites… so why was this girl pushing out all other thoughts from my mind and making my cock twitch like a live wire?
The whole thing was just… surprising; in a good way.
The minute I saw her, her name popped up in the front of my head, quickly brought back from some obscure box in the recesses of my mind after Chuck had told me about her. I blamed it on the flowers; those damn things had made the room smell like heaven all night, and it must have somehow kept the memory of who she was lingering in my head. Which, again, was fucking strange.
And despite all that, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She wasn’t the typical girl I went after. Definitely not the model cut, but curvy enough to make me curious, with breasts that were absolutely perfect and hips that a man could dig his fingers into. Blonde and blue-eyed, seemed like your typical Texas small-town girl. Only problem was, this place really was a small town, and any attempt at doing something would probably spread like wildfire around here. Besides, I was stranded for the next two days anyway until Hank was done bringing the old truck back to life. I didn’t need people giving me dirty looks wherever I went. And gossip led to attention and attention led to reporters and that led to the fucking world poking its nose in my business, as usual.
And let’s not forget the fact that you’re here to relax, not chase pussy.
That, too.
I lay back on my bed and covered my eyes with my arm, breathing in the sweet smell of the flowers that had been refreshed earlier by my dream girl. Dammit, I wasn’t going to be able to get her off my mind if I stuck around here. I needed a distraction; anything that would make me forget about Ashlyn, so I could go back to thinking about nothing at all, other than getting my ass to Booth and healing my worn-out body so I could get back to work.
I pulled on my boots, grabbed my wallet and made sure I had enough cash for a meal before I head out. Enough cash. Hilarious. I had a wad of cash in my bag that would choke a horse. I peeled off five twenties and stuck them in my pocket. I almost ran right into one of the cleaning girls, the one with pink highlights and big tits, on my way out the door.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” I said.
“That’s okay,” she smiled and swept her big eyes up and down my body before settling on the bulge in my jeans. She licked her lips. Now this one seemed right up my alley, although she couldn’t be a day over seventeen, and I was pretty sure her daddy, as friendly as he was, had a shotgun behind the front desk loaded for guys like me.
You’re here to relax, not get your brains fucked out and your balls shot off. Remember that!
“You can bump into me any time,” the girl said, and I felt a slight twinge in my crotch. Dammit, my cock had a mind of its own. The damn thing was like a heat-seeking missile. It could detect a hot pussy from a mile away.
I forced the monster to get back in its cage. I could already see the headlines: Billionaire Tech Mogul Jailed for Statutory Rape. Or Local Motel Owner Acquitted of Justifiable Homicide.
I gave her a quick smile and hurried along before I involuntarily made my intentions clear, and raced to the front office where Chuck was still huddled over his paper work. He looked up at me, flashed one of his tired smiles, then turned back to what he was doing.
“Listen,” I said, interrupting him. “I thought I’d take your advice on that diner. Any suggestions other than the burger?”
Chuck looked toward the ceiling and scratched his bearded chin. “Their menu’s pretty good, if you ask me, but ever since the doc said my arteries were clogging up, Martha’s got me on a strict diet. Not sure what things taste like over there now. But you can’t go wrong with the burgers. Best burgers in town.” He chuckled. “Hell, they’re the only burgers in town.”
“Alright,” I said, rubbing my hands together. “A burger it is.”
He straightened his back and tossed the pencil to the counter. “Need me to walk you over? I can take a break from trying to figure out these damn numbers.”
I glanced over my shoulder at the window. “Can I miss it?”
Chuck shook his head and chuckled. “Town’s too small to miss anything, really. Just follow your nose.”
“Then you keep chugging at those numbers,” I smiled back. “I’ll find my way around.”
The town really was small. The main street was barely wide enough for two cars, and was probably a congestion hazard if anyone parked on one side. With the scant number of people moving about, I doubted that happened much anyway. The stores stood in rows next to each other, small enough to pass for kiosks. There was hardly more than two people in each one, and as I walked down the street, heads turned to watch the new guy in town.
A guy could really escape here.
Which was why Chuck’s reaction to my not wanting to tell him a last name, or pay with cash, didn’t seem very surprising. I wondered how many people had lodged up in his motel for weeks on end just to get away from it all, without a worry in the world that anyone would find them. Ludwig certainly had its small-town charm, and it probably didn’t see too many strangers. Especially one who looked like me.
It explained why everyone was staring a bit too hard.
I found the diner easily, pushed back a bit from the main street to allow for a parking space where two trucks sat idly side by side. The bar beside it, Joel’s, had music coming out the open door, and I wondered how many people were actually inside this time of the day. Actually, the fact that any business was open surprised me. The population was probably a little shy of two or three hundred people, if that. Booth was a small town. Ludwig was just a dot on a map that didn’t even merit a stop light on Main Street.
I walked into the diner, the small chime above the door bringing everyone’s attention to me. Other than the girl behind the bar and two guests, each occupying his own booth, the place was empty. From inside the kitchen, the soft sound of sizzling escaped through the small window, and the aroma of something savory being deep fried wafted through the diner.
I nodded at the other guests when they didn’t stop gazing at me, and pulled up on one of the stools directly in front of the girl behind the counter. She smiled at me, all fake cheers that hid layers of lost sleep, and passed me the menu while smacking her gum.
“Chuck says you guys make the best burgers in town,” I said, pushing the menu back.
The girl nodded. “Hell mister, we make the only burgers in town. Not much to compare with.”
I smiled. “Then give me your best. And an order of those onion rings.”
She nodded, called out my order through the window to the kitchen, and then grabbed a pot of coffee and placed a cup in front of me.
“New in town?” she asked. The way she eyed me made me feel like I was the newest animal on display in the local zoo.
“How could you tell?” I asked, giving her a wry grin.
“Staying at Chuck’s, huh?”
“Only motel in town,” I replied. “Great guy.”
“Here on business or pleasure?”
“A little of both.”
“Family here?”
I took a sip from my coffee. “You folks don’t get a lot of tourists, do you?”
She smiled at me, blew a bubble with her gum and let it pop. “I’ll get you that burger.”
“Thanks.”
The chimes rang again, and I turned around just as Ashlyn walked in. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me, hesitated for a bit, then smiled awkwardly.
So much for getting her out of your head.
“When I said I’d be seeing you around, didn’t expect to see you so soon,” I said as she approached.
“There aren’t that many places where you can go,” she said. “It’s a small town.”
“I’ve been hearing that a lot,” I smiled. “You guys running it as your tagline or something? Welcome to Ludwig, We’re a small town. Bump into you later.”
“That’s city talk for sarcasm, right?”
I laughed. Touché. This girl’s fun.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked, already climbing into the seat next to me.
“Please, I could use the company,” I said. “Looks like a pretty hard place to make friends.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Everyone keeps looking at me like I’m a walking corpse, or something.”
She laughed. “It’s because you’re a stranger. We’re unusually suspicious.”