“By the way, is there a video of Harlee throwing a wrench at him?” I asked.
She smiled, wide, “Yep. She’s the freaking best. But when she drove me to Milagros that following night, I hadn’t beenthinking that. Dominik had somehow enlisted Harlee to help him.”
I pulled out my phone and texted Dom.
Me – Heard about your strip show at Milagros. Points man. Points. Way to grovel.
Talia and I finished our ice cream and got in our own vehicles.
She had just pulled away when Harlee texted me back.
Darling – I would. But I’m out of the oil I need.
Me – What is it, and where do I find it?
Darling –*pinned the location*
Darling –*picture of the bottle*
Me – Got it. I’ll go get it and bring it with me.
Darling – That’s fine. Just don’t judge my face mask.
Me – Wouldn’t dream of it.
Just as I started to pull out of the lot, my phone beeped with a text.
Dom – I fucked up. Didn’t know it. Mama always told me that if you hurt someone close to you by being careless, you better own up and fix it.
Dom – I’m not just some 2-bit mechanic.
Me – Whoa, brother. Never thought that.
Dom – I know. Just some old bullshit.
He was talking about his ex. Never met her, but I knew of her.
Thirty minutes later, I had the bottle of stuff she needed and was waiting to check out when I heard it.
Fuck.
Me.
I so didn’t need this right now.
“See that your back, Carter,” I inwardly winced at Bridgett’s voice.
What was this girl’s deal?
How many times did I have to say that I wasn’t interested?
I did it again by pretending I hadn’t heard her.
But Bridgett was Bridgett; she was a lot like Susanna. Couldn’t take a fucking hint if it slapped her in the face.
Sighing, I did something I hadn’t ever done before; I pulled out my phone, hit Harlee’s contact, and pressed the button.
Putting the phone to my ear, she answered on the third ring, “Hey, did you find it?”
