Page 8 of Ex's Accidental Baby

“Tire shops, transmission joints–you can really branch out.”

We talk for a while about our work, about how our lifestyles have changed–his not as much, mine immensely.

Considering the last time Grayson saw me I was in the back of a police car, I’m sure he’s surprised at what I’ve become.

By the time Grayson leaves, it’s getting close to four in the afternoon, and I want to look at some local places.

He’s right, I really should branch out.

I drive around downtown and talk to a tire shop who doesn’t appear to want to sell, and then I come by a local mechanic place–jack of all trades, it says on the sign.

Everything from oil changes to transmission flushes. Something that would definitely expand my franchise.

I brush off my suit before I step onto the curb. Glancing inside, I notice the receptionist on the phone.

She’s not looking in my direction, but I’d know that profile anywhere. Her long nose, full lips, upturned chin. Bright blue eyes and auburn hair, always straightened, just past her shoulders.

Meredith Whitlock.

The love of my life. The one that got away.

I should turn around and get back into my rental car. I should head back to the hotel, figure this out, skip this particular local business.

I know myself, and if I buy this place, I'll want to see Meredith, want to talk to her.

I know I can’t control myself around her.

It doesn’t matter if years have passed since I saw her.

But I’m no longer who I was back then. So, maybe…

I look up at the sign, typing the number into my phone.

“Mr. Green? Are you the owner?” I smile when he answers in the affirmative.

To hell with it. You only live once, right? Might as well throw caution to the wind.

ChapterThree

MEREDITH

I’ve only been workingat the mechanic shop for a week when the owner calls me into his office. I know that I’m the last hired, and I can’t help worrying that he’s going to let me go.

Budget cuts. Layoffs. Some business something or other. My head’s on the chopping block, and I know it.

I bite my lip as I walk in the small office and sit down.

Dean sits across from me and offers me a sit.

I sigh. “Listen, I know I’ve only been here a short while, but?—”

Dean holds up a hand. “You’re not being fired.”

A long breath escapes my nostrils. “Oh, thank God.”

He chuckles. “In fact, you and everyone else will be getting quite the pay raise. It’s in the contract.”

I freeze. “Contract?”

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