Page 31 of Wrecked
I smiled my first genuine smile in a couple of days and took the coffee my friend held out.
"How's Kenzie doing?"
"She's probably feeling those cocktails right about now."
Logan grinned; we'd both had our fair share of hangovers. "Did you tell her that Lola spiked her drinks?"
"Nah," I shook my head and opened the lid of the coffee cup. After giving it a blow, I explained, "No need to rock a boat that don't need rockin'."
"I hear ya, man." Mrs. Henderson came crawling down the road in her husband's old Chev, both Logan and I waved as she passed us by. "What are you going to do about it?"
Brows drawn, I side-eyed my friend. "About what?"
"This thing with Lola? Clearly, there's some stuff you need to sort out."
Dragging my hand through my hair, I sighed. "Dunno." A yawn broke free, and I covered my mouth with my hand. I would've preferred my tiredness came from something other than sex dreams about my ex.
"Long night?" he asked.
"Long morning." I fell into step next to Logan and brought the to-go cup to my lips before I took a long swallow. I needed something stronger than caffeine to help me regain my focus—or rather help me forget.
"So it's like that now?" He teased when we entered the shop.
I came to an abrupt halt and glared at him. "No, it's definitely not likethat." I ground my teeth together. "That woman is just so…so…"
"Infuriating?"
"Yes!"
"Drives you up the walls?"
"Abso-friggin-lutely."
"And all you can think about is kissing her until she sees reason?"
"Yes…wait… No."
Logan's laughter filled the air, and by the look on his face, one would think he'd just won a prize. "What's so damn funny?"
In the distance, I heard the delivery van pulling up in front of the shop. My idiot friend smacked me on the shoulder as he walked by. I stomped over to the backroom, and while I exchanged my Levi's and tee for coveralls, I couldn't help but think about the past.
I had this gnawing feeling inside of me that there was more to it than Kenzie just casting me aside. I didn't know, maybe it was just wishful thinking due to the floodgate of emotions that had suddenly been opened. The only thing I did know for sure was that I wanted the air cleared between her and me before she left.
"Well, this is a first." Logan leaned against the doorframe.
"What?"
"Ned actually understood the term 'rush-order' for a change. The Mazda's parts just arrived."
Disappointment rushed through my veins like wildfire. "Great." I pushed past him and made my way to Kenzie's car. The job wasn't that huge which meant she'd probably be on her way out of town by nightfall.
"This doesn't mean she has to leave, you can always—"
"When did I grow a damn tail?" I interrupted Logan, irritation evident in my voice.
He held his hands up, palms facing me. "I'm just sayin', man."
"Yeah well, go say what it is you want to say to someone else."
