Maisie
I WALKED OUT of Lonnie’s salon and into the blaring heat of an unusually hot Pacific Northwest April.
Squinting against the brightness, I slid my sunglasses on and headed to the Chinese restaurant next door for some takeout.
Ten minutes later, order in hand, I was ready to go home and soak in the tub.
It had been a long day and I needed a little down time.
Only, when I climbed into my car, slid the key in the ignition, and turned… nothing happened.
“What the—?” I tried again, but still nothing, so I climbed out and looked around. Lonnie’s lights were off, the closed sign hung on the door, and the parking lot was all but empty. “Just great,” I said, and groaned.
I considered going back into the Chinese restaurant for help, but I’d had to repeat my order three times, so I had little faith they’d be able to understand my request for a jump. I grabbed my cell and called Triple A.
“Roadside Assistance, how may I help you?”
“Well, I’m in Orchards and I have a dead battery,” I said.
“No problem, we can send someone out. What’s the address?”
I rattled off my location, gave her my card number and other pertinent information.
“We can have someone out to you in about an hour.”
“Really? Nothing sooner?”
“No, sorry. We’re really busy today.”
“Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”
I sighed and hung up, turning to find Lonnie walking out of her shop. “Hey, Maisie. You’re still here?”
“I have a dead battery. I called Triple A, but if you have a minute, would you mind giving me a jump, please?”
“No, sorry, I actually have to be somewhere.”
I stared at her, so shocked by her unwillingness to help me I couldn’t even form a response.
It would take maybe five minutes to jump my battery.
I’d been loyal to her for more than ten years, even following her to this crappy part of town, and she couldn’t take five minutes to help me?
I think my mouth was still slightly agape as I watched her climb into her car and drive off, smiling and waving at me as she passed.
God! I’d just given her a thirty-percent tip. Not to mention, I always sent her a Christmas card, even though she never reciprocated, and even sent her a gift on her birthday. Not cool!
I sighed and leaned against my car, scanning the area. I lived and worked in downtown Portland and only ever came up here for my hair needs. But there had to be someone around who could help me so I wouldn’t be stuck here for another hour.
I walked a few feet away from my car and looked around.
Bingo. A little hole-in-the wall mechanic’s garage was across the busy street and three doors down.
Concerned they wouldn’t be open, or would be manned by grease monkeys who liked to take advantage of women in need of automotive services, I shuddered, but trudged toward the shop anyway.
If they were open, I figured they’d probably be able to help me, but if they weren’t willing, then I’d give them a nasty Yelp review.
I should probably do that to Lonnie, but wasn’t entirely sure I was quite that brave. It took me years to find her.
* * *
Hatch
I dumped an armload of parts onto the front counter of Bruce’s Specialty Auto Services, and pulled out my clipboard to check them off.
My buddy’s shop was one of several I’d made deliveries to today, but luckily it was the last and the least amount…
it meant I’d been able to carry everything in the saddlebags of my Harley Fat Boy.
The day was too nice to be locked in a cage.
I’d needed to ride. And now I wanted beer and pussy, not necessarily in that order, but I had to wait ‘til I got back to the compound to enjoy either.
“Hatch!”
“Yeah?” I called back, still scribbling on the order sheet.
“Hot one comin’.”
I glanced up to see a woman navigating the intersection and heading toward us.
She wore a fitted light-blue blouse, tight, white jeans that hugged her shapely legs, and heels that looked like they cost more than my bike.
Her long, blonde hair hung in straight sheets, but as a gust of wind caught her locks, she had to fight to keep the strands out of her face.
She slid her sunglasses on top of her head, pulling her hair away from her face and my breath left my body.
She was like the first ray of sunshine after the rain. Damn, she was a knockout.
She walked into the tiny customer area and gave me a tentative smile. “Hi,” she breathed out. “My battery’s dead and Triple-A’s going to be a while. Is there someone here who’d be willing to give me a jump?”
My dick took notice of her sweet, British accent.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll jump you. Anytime, anyplace,” Bruce said, and I watched her step back slightly, her face a little paler than before. For whatever reason, Bruce’s dirty innuendo made me want to beat the shit out of my old friend.
“Piss off, Bruce,” I ordered quietly, then turned to face her.
I was shocked by a sudden need to protect her, but I planned to help her and get her the hell out of my space.
I needed a woman to protect as much as I needed a hole in the head, but I did have a sister and I’d never leave a woman stranded.
“I’ll get you goin’ again. Where are you parked? ”
She pointed to the parking lot across the street. “Just over there.”
“Bruce, where’s your portable jump pack?”
Bruce grabbed it from the back room and handed it to me.
I smiled at the woman and nodded. “I’ll follow you.”
“Thank you.”
“Be back, Bruce.” I nodded to the clipboard on the desk. “Sign off on the delivery so I can get out of here, yeah?”
“No problem, Hatch.”
I followed the woman to her car and she popped the hood, sliding inside the car to start it. After hooking up the jumper cables, I called out, “Okay, turn the key.”
After several tries, we were still unable to get the Lexus going. She joined me at the front of the car with a sigh. “It’s not the battery, is it?”
“Nope.” I dipped my head further inside and checked all the cables before facing her. “Do you mind if I check your fuse?”
“I don’t know where that is, but sure.”
I opened the front door, pried open the fuse panel and pulled out the troublesome little buggar. “Your ignition fuse is blown.”
“Crap,” she said. “Please tell me you have one in the shop.”
“It’s my buddy’s shop, so I’m not sure, but give me a minute and I’ll find out.”
She nodded, and I called Bruce. “Hey man, you bang her yet?”
I turned away from the woman with a scowl. “Shut the fuck up, asshole. She’s got a blown fuse. You got one over there or not?”
“Depends on what car.”
“Ma’am?” I asked. “Your car’s new, right?”
“Maisie.”
“Sorry?”
She smiled. “My name’s Maisie. I’d rather that than ‘ma’am,’ and yes, my car’s new.”
I forced myself not to react to the fuckin’ sexy ass name attached to the fuckin’ sexy ass woman as I rattled off the information to Bruce. But hell, if I wouldn’t be conjurin’ up her image as I fucked some other pussy later on that night, wishin’ her sexy-ass voice was callin’ my name as she came.
“Yeah, I think I got one,” Bruce said. “Let me find it and I’ll bring it by.”
I hung up and slid my phone in my pocket. I closed the hood of the car and turned to Maisie. “Bruce is lookin’ for your part and then we’ll get you on your way.”
“Thank you.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Despite her obvious politeness and confidence, there was a sadness about her. “You’ve kind of been my knight in shining armor today, I must say. I’ll just give Triple-A a ring and cancel.”
I nodded, and she pulled out her cell phone, canceling the truck just as Bruce jogged over, part in hand. I replaced the fuse and Maisie’s car started without issue.
“You’re all set,” I said.
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?”
“Sixt—” Bruce started to say.
“Nothin’,” I interrupted.
“You deserve to be paid for your time,” Maisie countered.
“It’s all good,” I said. “Just drive carefully.”
“Well, thank you, Mr. Hatch… and, ah, Bruce is it?” she said.
Bruce’s head bobbed up and down like the douchebag he was, but Maisie didn’t seem to notice, her million-dollar smile back on her face. “Thank you again.”
She climbed in her car and took off, giving us a sexy little wave as she headed toward the freeway.
“Fuck me, that woman was fine,” Bruce sang out.
“Shut the hell up, Bruce,” I ground out.
“You gonna pay for that part?”
“Yeah, man, I’ll pay for the fucking part.”
We headed back to the shop where I grabbed my shit, climbed on my Harley, and headed for the only place I knew I could get the beautiful woman out of my head.
* * *
Maisie
“I’m sorry?” Alison, my best friend and business partner, snapped over the speaker. “She just left you there?”
“Um, yes,” I said, and guided my car onto the freeway. Alison had called just as I hit I-5 and was now on hands-free.
“Who does that?” she continued. “It’s woman code, bitch. Never leave your sister behind.”
“I know! And I gave her a thirty-percent tip!”
“Did you annihilate her and then tell her you were never coming back?”
“No,” I admitted. “I was so in shock I lost my words for a period of time.”
“Your British politeness was a hindrance wasn’t it?”
I smiled. “You may have a point.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“Because it would have taken you an hour just to get over the bridge. I figured Triple A would be faster and in the end, the nice but scruffy man who helped me was even faster.”
“Mmmm, scruffy good or scruffy bad?”
I thought about that question for a second.
Mr. Hatch had long, dark hair, pulled back into a partial ponytail, which was sexy as heck, and his beard was full and slightly peppered with grey, but not out of control.
He obviously manscaped, which a woman like me appreciated.
“Scruffy good.” I nodded. “Definitely good.”
Ali giggled. “Only you would meet some hot guy after blowing a fuse.”
“No doubt.” I smiled. “How’s Poppy?”