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“They’re not dumb. I love stuff like that. Handmade stuff. I never get handmade gifts like that, so I’ll keep them forever. Things like that mean a lot to me.”
Sawyer stared at me for a long moment, green eyes locked to mine as he kept his hand on my waist. “I’m glad you like them.”
Soon, it turned into midnight, the both of us far too comfortable to move over to the bedroom. I rested my head against his chest as his fingers stroked through my hair, the joy of the night still feeling like it was tingling all over my body. Warmth surrounded me, my heart full as my eyelids felt heavier and heavier.
I knew he wouldn’t wake up tomorrow and say, “Hm, I think I’ll quit my job”, but I was hoping that tonight would spark something in his brain that would put all his worries to rest. But as he gave my forehead soft kisses, I still felt nerves and fear combine there in my stomach at the thought that our wonderful night was just a brief moment of temporary bliss.
Chapter 17
Holly
Luck was on my side today, because I had been surprised with a canceled midday class, and it was exactly what I needed after so many long days of lectures and cheer practice sessions and Daily Post meetings. I should have been taking off for the library like a good student, but instead I was leaving campus to surprise Sawyer.
It’d be his lunch break soon and I didn’t want him to have to waste time standing in line to get food, so I picked up some soda and a sandwich from a deli before jumping in a cab. I couldn’t hold back a smile as I walked into Big Jay’s Auto Shop for the first time ever. The office was small and cozy with the light sound of rock music in the air.
“Hey,” a warm voice said to my right. “Do you need help, hun?”
Turning, I found a woman with big blonde curls and blue eyes behind the front desk. “Hi,” I said, heels clicking against the two-toned cement floor as I made my way to her.
“Are you dropping off your car?” she asked. “What do you have? We only do luxury cars here on a rare occasion.”
I looked down at my outfit at her words. “Oh, I’m not a customer. I’m here to see my boyfriend.”
She frowned and tilted her head. “Who?”
“Sawyer. He should be—”
“Oh my God. You’re Holly?” She stepped from behind the cluttered desk. “He talks about you all the time.”
Cheeks hot, I laughed softly. “He does?”
“Constantly. Holly does this, Holly does that.” She pressed her hands together, that same big grin on her face. “He always brings in the Columbia newspaper. You’re on the paper, right? He makes us read all your articles.”
I couldn’t fight back my smile even if I tried. “That’s so sweet of him. And you.”
“I’m Audrey, by the way. I’m the receptionist here if you couldn’t tell. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“You too. This is my first time down here. Maybe I can finally see him in action.”
“You know, Sawyer’s been such a great addition to the team. For a young guy he knows a lot about cars.”
“He’s really smart with car stuff.” I nodded. “One of my classes just got canceled so I thought I’d stop by and see him during his lunch break. It’s soon, right?”
Audrey shook her head. “Oh, he doesn’t really have a lunch break.”
“He doesn’t get a lunch break?” I asked lowly.
“Oh, no. Hegetsone. He just never takes it. I think I’ve seen him do it a couple times, and that was back when he first started. That boy works really hard. Sometimes I wonder who he’s trying to impress. I guess it’s you. It makes sense now.”
“Oh…” Guilt swept over me fast. God, he pushed himself so much. “I didn’t know he was skipping lunch…”
“Some guys do that every now and then if there’s a lot of work to do. Your Sawyer seems to do it every day. You must feed him pretty well at home,” she said with a laugh.
“I do my best,” I said. “You guys must get super busy. I saw so many cars outside.”
Audrey raised her eyebrows up at me. “Oh, you have no idea, but I’m used to it now. I like how crazy it gets, but we’re so thankful that Sawyer’s joined the team. Jay loves him, but we both agree that he really needs a break. That boy is such a Leo.”
I leaned in slightly. “A what?”
