Chapter Thirteen #2
“Yes and no. I think I’ve finally gotten Bridger in a routine that works for both of us.
There’s been a few times he’s gotten upset and I couldn’t get him to stop crying for a while.
Those are the worst days. I even tried what you did on the side of the road and it didn’t work for me as easy as you made it seem,” she says and my smile gets larger as I take in the blush covering her cheeks and neck. “Is my car ready to go?”
“It is,” I say, pulling up her bill on the computer in front of me and printing out the invoice so she can look it over before paying it.
As I take a look, I notice she got the friends and family discount and was only charged half the typical rate of labor.
These fuckers are really giving her a break because of the way I looked at her.
I slide the bill across the counter and Keaton looks at it for a few minutes before pulling out a credit card. Sliding it through the machine, I take a deep breath and prepare to do what I’ve been waiting to do for two weeks now.
“Keaton, can I ask you somethin’?” I question her as the receipt prints out for her to sign while I press the button to print a copy for her to keep.
“Of course,” she responds, signing her name on the dotted line as I take in her perfect penmanship. It’s all flowing script as she slides it back over to me.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?” I ask her, the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach intensifying like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“I would. What about Friday?” she returns as the blush returns to her cheeks and neck but she gives me a slightly bigger smile than before.
“That sounds perfect. We can do dinner. Is there anythin’ you’re allergic to or some place you don’t want to go?”
“I’m not a picky eater. I’d prefer nothing too fancy. I like the simple things in life and have experienced all the luxurious, fancy stuff enough for someone my age,” she tells me as I pull out my phone and slide it across the counter once I unlock the screen.
“Give me your number and I’ll message you so you have mine. If somethin’ comes up and you can’t make it on Friday, we can pick a different day or you can tell me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone,” I say as she gives a small laugh and looks me in the eyes.
“If something comes up with Bridger, I’ll postpone the date, but I won’t tell you to fuck off. If that were going to happen, I wouldn’t have accepted the date to begin with,” she tells me and I can see the truth of her words in her very expressive eyes.
“Sounds good,” I respond as she slides my phone back across the counter and I send her a simple message saying ‘hi’. “There, you have my number now. I’ll see you in a few days, Keaton. I’m really lookin’ forward to it.”
“I am, too. Are my keys in the car?” she asks as I turn to look on the counter in front of me.
“Let me go ask Tristan where he put them,” I say and head for the shop. “Tris, where are Keaton’s keys?”
“They’re in the car above her visor,” he says as I turn and head back in the office area.
“I heard him. Thank you all so much for this. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you never showed up that day, Ice. I’ll see you on Friday,” Keaton tells me before she leaves the office and I watch her walk across the parking lot to her car.
My eyes stray to her ass, I can’t help it.
She has a nice one as she gets to the driver’s side and says something to the driver of the SUV over the top.
She can barely see over the top of her car and I can’t help but laugh as my attention turns to the driver of the SUV.
He looks so familiar, but I can’t place where I’ve seen him before.
I know it’s been recently, but I can’t figure it out.
With a shrug of my shoulders, I watch as Keaton pulls out of the parking lot with the SUV following behind her.
A third car pulls out behind them and follows behind.
I’m not sure what that’s about. I’ll have to ask Keaton on Friday.
“What did she say?” Lock questions me, walking back in the office with Judge.
“We’re goin’ out on Friday,” I answer him as my best friend claps his hands and does a little fist pump. He’s such a dumbass.
“Happy for ya, Ice. Don’t fuck it up,” Judge states as I look at him with a smirk.
“You mean like you did with Wren. I’m surprised she ever decided to give you the time of day after all the shit you put her through,” I respond as he punches me in the shoulder and laughs.
“You’re not exactly wrong. Don’t make the same mistakes I did,” he says before heading in the shop as Lock and I leave Whittaker’s and make our way to our bikes so we can head out.
Lock and I ride back to the clubhouse where I go in my room to see if I’ve gotten any more responses to the submissions to local suppliers.
I’ve already met with one and really like them.
We’ll be signing a contract next week so I only have one more shipment from the supplier who likes to play games and fuck with businesses.
We’ll see if I have to play the same game this coming week or if they’ll actually do their job.
I’m guessing I’ll have to call and bitch someone out again.
A load of bullshit if you ask me. However, nothing is going to bring me down knowing I’ll be going out with Keaton on Friday.
That feeling overrules everything else I have going on in my world.