Page 7 of Ball Buster

“I’ve got it covered.”

“Fine by me.”

“Good,” I mutter, sliding out the booth to go pay.

“Good,” she mimics me, and my cock grows even harder.

Jeannie is waiting by the kitchen window for another order when I get to the register. We went to high school together. Never fucked her. She’s a big flirt who wants me to give her a job at The Brew. I would if I didn’t have to worry about her fucking every customer who came through the door. Bitch would be more trouble than she’s worth. I know Chaser’s father Antonio has threatened to fire her ass a few times. He’s not running a bar like I am where some would look the other way. But neither of us want that kind of drama and bullshit at our doors and bleeding into our businesses.

I sure as hell can’t afford it.

“Jeannie, need a to go box and to pay my ticket.”

“Are you guys like together or something? She doesn’t seem your type.”

“You want me to leave you a decent tip I suggest you get the damn box.”

“Guess I struck a nerve.” She rolls her eyes and grabs a box then hands me my ticket.

Should stiff her ass for being such a cunt but I’m not that big of an asshole most days. I pay my bill and tip twenty percent.

I pull down the dirt driveway with Vada following close behind me. The road winds around the ridge opens to a clearing where I plan to build a house. For now there’s two camper trailers. One belonging to me and the other was Les’s. Now it goes to Vada. The property belonged to my mother’s family. When she passed away it went to me. Bet Vada will think she’s too good to stay here.

I shut off my bike and hit the kickstand.

Vada exits her car. “Who else lives here?”

“I do. I’m in the white and blue you’ve got the yellow and white.”

“So we’re neighbors?”

“That your way of telling me you’re not selling?”

“I told you I haven’t made up my mind yet, but I will be staying here a week or two. You got a problem with that?”

“Nope. No problem at all. Lot rent is due on the first.”

“Lot rent?”

“Yeah. Les rented his lot from me. So you want to stay gotta pay rent. Though considering the situation I’ll give you the first month free. Consider it me being neighborly.” I bet she doesn’t last the week. She’s too uppity to live in a camper.

“You got a key or is it unlocked?”

“Lock is broken but no one comes up here. You got electric and water. Fridge could probably use a clean out.”

“Okay. When we spoke on the phone you didn’t say how, and I’ve been wanting to ask what happened? I mean was he sick or…”

So she does care. Hmm. “Started with headaches. Debilitating migraines. Was having some vision issues. Took a bit to get the stubborn goat to see a doctor. After a few appointments they said he had a lot of swelling on his brain. Cancer. Was ate up with it. Doc said he could try chemo and spend his last days sick and miserable, or he could go home and make the best of it. That’s what he did. Thought he’d have a year. Time to settle things he’d put off. He had weeks. One of the last things he told me was we always think we’ll have more time, but there simply will never be enough.”

“I wish…well there are a lot of things unsaid between the two of us.” Her eyes glitter with unshed tears as a frown crosses her features looking all wrong on her face.

“You can still talk to him. I mean I have his urn. He wants his ashes to be scattered at his favorite fishing spot out on the lake. Been putting it off.”

“Do you—would you mind if I were to go with you? When you decide of course.”

“I’ll let you know sometime before you go back home.”

She nods and I get this tightening in my chest at the thought of her leaving and yet I want her to go. Don’t I?

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