Page 14 of Ajax

Could I ever be enough for Ajax?

SEVEN

IVY

By Wednesday night,I’m still waiting on my car.

So much for it taking a couple of days.

I know I’m being impatient—especially when I live in a rural area. But that car’s a lifeline for me to the outside world.

The world where I’m not stuck with my family.

It’s still early when I crawl into bed. This whole situation is bringing me down, and I’m tired.

I close my eyes only to open them again.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

My phone’s right on the edge of the bedside cabinet, and it vibrates so violently that it falls onto the floor with a thud.

Laughing, I bend over and pick it up. Who on earth would be texting me?

My heart seizes.

Ajax: Any word on your car?

It’s just a little thing, but I stare at the screen for a ridiculously long time, the warmth of this simple message caressing me all over.

I should answer him.

Me: Not yet. Hopefully tomorrow.

This is ridiculous. He’s just a man. My hands are shaking as I put the phone down.

But there’s zero doubt that Ajax gives me butterflies.

I had it bad enough when I admired him from afar. Having him all up in my business, taking me to work and bringing me home, it’s been even worse.

Now he’s texting me?

My phone buzzes.

Ajax: I’ll give you a ride to and from work however long you need. If you need me any other time, call or text me.

I think I’m going to have a heart attack from the way it’s pounding away.

Drawing in some deep breaths, I tap out a reply.

Me: Thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.

Ajax: Any time you need me, I’m there. I don’t like the way your dad speaks to you.

My eyes widen.He hasn’t mentioned it since the other day, and I’d hoped he’d forgotten. It’s embarrassing to be a grown adult and still be spoken to that way.

Me: I’m okay. Thank you for caring.

Ajax: I’m always here for you, Ivy. Don’t ever forget it.

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