Page 10 of Tattered Souls
“I got it, Tatum,” I told her.
She smiled up at me as she pocketed her phone. “Okay, I’ll see you on Monday. Thank you, Garrick.”
I winked, “Any time, Tatum.”
And then I watched her the entire way until she got in her car.
If I said I was only watching her ass as she walked, I’d be lying.
Found you, sweetheart.
Going to make sure you make it to your car okay.
***
Tatum – Hey, it’s Tatum. Are we still good for in the morning?
Me – Yeah. When you get here, just pull into the first bay. Okay?
Tatum – Got it. Thank you, Garrick.
Me – Always.
Rita, our receptionist, was going over the cars we were working on today when her face scrunched. “Why in the world are we working on a twenty-twelve?”
Knowing what she was talking about, I said, “It’s a friend.”
She nodded, then shrugged.
Once we had everything ironed out and a plan in place, I stood and followed Dom, Leo, and Dain out to the garage. Chance was off today.
“Need to move this car,” I told them.
“Want to tell me why we’re moving this car from this bay? It’s scheduled to be done this afternoon.” Dom asked.
I looked at him and said, “Tatum’s car is making a weird noise; she’s bringing it in here in a bit.”
At my words, he simply nodded.
And that was all there was to it.
Then I got into the driver’s seat, while Dom, Leo, and Dain got in the front of it to push it out.
Fifteen minutes later, I saw her car pull into the lot, and I heard it. That sound. Pretty sure it was her timing belt, but I wouldn’t know for sure.
Once she pulled into the bay, she lowered the windows and felt my lips tug into a smile at the sight of her.
“Well, hey there, stranger. Fancy seeing you here,” I teased.
She giggled.
Then she opened her door and climbed out, and I had to swallow my tongue.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She had on short denim cutoff shorts and a black halter top.
Her hair was up in one of those messy bun things, with a few pieces falling around her face.
