“Okay, maybe a little,” I relented, seeing his point. “So, are you a Marine?”
“Did my time, got out when my time was up.” Wow, the way he said that didn’t make me think he really wanted to talk about it.
I stared at him and really studied his face. I thought he was young, maybe younger than me, but looking at him, I wasn’t so sure. I squinted my eyes at him, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine.”
I drew in a breath, maybe even gasped a little. I was shocked. Not that twenty-nine is old, I just never would have guessed.
“Are you surprised?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered honestly.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty three.”
“You been married before?” It was a strange question for him to ask me, but I went with it.
“Um, hell no.”
“Kids?” he asked.
“Double hell no. What about you?”
“No and no.”
This whole twenty question/getting to know one another was going against my initial thought process to keep Jules out. I decided to switch conversations to something I could easily talk about and feel safe.
“You bleach your hair,” I stated as a fact.
“Yeah,” was his one-word response.
“You do it yourself?”
“Why the interest in my hair?”
“I do hair,” I said, in an isn't it obvious sort of way.
“You want to do my hair?” he asked, his voice was thick with amusement.
Shit, I didn’t think I was backing myself into that corner, but that’s exactly what I just did. Then again, he hasn’t really been flirting anymore. Maybe he is just making polite conversation, and I blew that look earlier out of proportion.
“Sure, I could do your hair. I work at Angel’s over on Perry Street. Stop in and make an appointment.”
“I’m not going to a salon. You’ll do it out of your place.”
“What! No,” I looked at him like he was nuts.
“Babe, no biker is going into a salon.”
Okay, I could see his point, plus he called me babe, which I kind of liked. “Well, I don’t do hair out of my apartment,” I lied. I totally did.
“The way I see it, you owe me.”
“What? How do I owe you?”
“I brought you with us last night when you were hammered and I’m taking you home now. Plus, I don’t think your brothers would be too happy about you getting so hammered at a bar with a bunch of bikers.”
Hold up. Wait a second. “How do you know I have brothers?”
“I knew Gus. Seen you with Carlo at his funeral.”
Any wind that I had in my sails floated away at the mention of my brothers. I lost Gus, my oldest brother the previous year. My brother Carlo and Gus’s son, Gino, were the only things that kept me hanging on. No one knew exactly why he died, but I had my suspicions. It was one of the reasons that all of this back and forth with Jules needed to stop. He seemed like a good man. I couldn’t bring him into my shit. My shit was so deep, I was drowning in it. He deserved to have a life raft, not plunging in head first into my crap. My mood changed and Jules could sense it.
“I liked him. What happened to him was fucked up.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. He didn't mention his hair again, or anything else really. The rest of the drive was quiet and I was glad for that.
Other works by ABBY McCARTHY
STAND-ALONES
Tainted by Crazy
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The Wrecked Series
Wreck You
Fight You
Hurt You
Bleeding Scars MC
Cut Wide Open
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ABBY MCCARTHY IS READER and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however, in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn't that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn't that what life is about? The human connection?
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