Page 12 of Tattered Souls

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I looked over a few times at her and saw that she was reading something on her phone.

“What are you reading?” I asked.

She looked up and smiled. “This new book. One of my favorite authors released a few weeks ago.”

“What is it?” I asked.

Her brows furrowed, then hesitantly she said, “Shattering Nash by Amelia Shea.”

I nodded.

I caught her eyes a few times and winked when it happened.

Seeing the blush on her face... that was so worth it.

Two and a half hours later, we were done with her car.

She paid Rita, then thanked us and left.

Dom just got finished wiping his hands off when he asked, "You’re going to be here late. Why didn’t you tell her that in order to fix it, you were going to be working late?”

I looked at him and lifted a brow.

He sighed, “Got it.”

I chuckled and then pulled out my phone and typed the book and the name in my search bar. Seeing it, I screenshotted it and then got back to work.

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Four hours later, I saw her car pull up. She left the motor running as she opened the door, tagged two containers, and then got out.

She raced over to Leo and handed him one of the containers. Then she looked around and when she saw me, she smiled and then raced over to me and then bypassed me and set the other container on my toolbox.

Then she walked to me, smiled, and speed walked back to her car.

Me – Tell me you didn’t make a special trip here just to bring those?

Tatum – Ummm.

Me – Tatum...

Tatum – Fine. Yes. I did. But I was in a hurry. I had to get back so I could Skype with my brother.

Me – Got it. Next time, don’t come by when you're in a hurry.

Tatum – Why not?

Me – Cause seeing you is good, but talking to you is better.

She didn’t reply to that.

Fine.

I was a big boy.

And there it was again, that gut feeling that I needed to be patient.

For Tatum... I would be patient.

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