Page 9 of Tattered Souls
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It was a couple of weeks later when a twenty-twelve or twenty-thirteen black Camaro pulled into the lot.
I watched it park in a parking space and then watched the door open.
And thenshestepped out.
I tagged the red rag in the pocket of my coveralls, wiped them as I walked, and met her at the open bay door.
She smiled up at me.
And yeah, what I couldn’t give to see that smile every fucking day.
“Hey, Garrick.” She said.
I had to force myself not to close my eyes and savor that sliver of a moment when she said my name for the first time.
I winked down at her, “Hey, Tatum.”
“Umm, so my car is making this weird sound when I start it up. Sounds like a click, bop, click, ting, cling, click, bop.”
“What sound is your car making?” I asked her teasingly.
She bit her lip, “Are you really going to make me repeat it?” she asked.
I should. I totally should, because that was cute as fuck.
Instead, I shook my head, “Nah. I’ll be nice today. Bring the car in on Monday. I’ll take a look at it.”
She smiled, “Really?”
I nodded, “Yeah. Something changes or happens before then. Text me. Okay?”
“I umm, I don’t have your number.”
Inwardly, I smiled.
Part of my plan, done.
Getting her number.
I tagged my phone, and then pulled up a text, and handed it to her. “Type your number in.”
Once she did, I sent her a text and typed a name for her contact info.
Me – This is the sexy Griggs sibling.
When she opened her phone after it pinged, I watched as her face flushed.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to hear her thoughts right in that very moment.
I watched as she bit her lip and texted something.
Then my phone vibrated.
I looked down at it, and chuckled.
Tatum – You sure that ego of yours will know what’s wrong with my car?
