Luckily, one of the beat cops that I knew was the one to show up, and he informed Devney that she’d need to keep her voice down or she’d be arrested.
Seeing as I lived on the edge of a subdivision with an HOA on five acres, though my house was not part of the HOA, they liked to treat me like I was.
They tried to enforce their HOA guidelines—like their noise pollution guides—onto me all the time. When I didn’t comply, they’d call the cops.
Technically, I shouldn’t have had to deal with it at all, seeing as Devney was a full-grown adult.
However, for this one time, I was thankful to have the cops show—and coming from a man who didn’t want cops in his business like I did, that was saying something.
Needless to say, Devney quieted down.
I went inside.
But she didn’t leave, insisting that we had something to talk about.
We didn’t.
The breakup was a long time coming, and I should’ve done it a couple of days ago at the Mexican food restaurant we’d been at instead of waiting because I didn’t want to deal with her bullshit.
The ride to Webb’s was pleasant.
The heat of the day hadn’t fully set in yet, and it was a cool seventy-eight degrees out.
I waved at a couple of bikers that I didn’t know when I stopped for a coffee from the gas station, and pulled into Webb’s fifteen minutes after I’d left my house.
The only reason I’d purchased my house was due to its proximity to Webb’s and Eedie’s mom’s place.
I hated the location. Hated being so close to the city.
But I had wanted to make sure that I was in the same school district as Eedie in case she ever wanted to move in. Since she decided to move in with me, it would be possible for her to keep going to the same district.
I waved my hand at Hush as I pulled my bike into the spot next to the office door.
Hush worked with me part-time.
Well, really he worked with me when he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts.
He may not talk to us much, but he sure the hell was always there when you needed him, and he listened even when he didn’t have much to say.
That only made the stuff he did have to say all that much more important.
“What’s up?” I asked as I surveyed the donut in his hand.
He jerked his chin to the very back of the shop—my space—and said, “I let our girl work on her car. She said it was the timing belt. I asked her if she needed help, and she said no.”
My brows rose and my gaze traveled to my station where I somehow knew who “our girl” was.
I’d let her work here before, but usually I was out of my shop at the time.
Having her here when I was supposed to be working was a huge, massive, gigantic impossibility.
I could physically not work when she was near.
At least, not efficiently.
Mostly because when she was, she was wearing stuff like she was wearing right now.
She was bent over the front of her shitty car, and all I saw were long legs for days.
