get together later to talk. Would he actually call her and
try to work things out? Despite wanting to go back to what they had, Tarren didn’t think that was possible, but she wanted to
move forward with him and see where things went from here on out.
Some
sappy song that the owner had selected played overhead, and it reminded her of
elevator music. A couple came into the shop, not much older than their late
teens, all over each other, and pissing Tarren off.
She turned around, knowing it wasn’t their fault they were so madly in love,
and she was this crusty, cranky bitch nowadays. Even after all this time she
couldn’t stand to be around herself sometimes.
“Two
caramel lattes, please,” the young guy said, and then immediately started
kissing the bleached blonde girl. They were both humans, both sickly in love,
and it all made Tarren want to gag. She made their
drinks, handed it to them, took their money, and tried to block out the fact
that she was so miserable right now because she was jealous of what they had.
Fortunately, they didn’t stay at the café, and when she was alone once more she
turned her back toward the door and closed her eyes for a second.
She
thought about Lucas being in Arizona off and on for the last couple of years.
Jagger had sent him and a few others to help another club set up. But she
couldn’t blame only Lucas for this weirdness between them.
Her
relationship with Lucas was strained and probably would be for a long time, if
not forever, but she hoped to rectify that when she spoke to him later.
The
sound of the door opening again told her another customer had come in, and she
glanced at the clock. She only had another hour before her shift ended and her
replacement came in. She was ready to go home, to wait for her time with Lucas,
and see where in the hell the future took her. She turned around, and her heart
stopped. There on the other side of the counter, just separated from her by a
few feet, was Lucas. Of course she shouldn’t be surprised to see him, because
it wasn’t like he didn’t know where she worked, but she had thought he would
call to speak to her.
“Hey,”
he said, smirking slightly, and looking too damn good for his own well-being.
“Hi.” Tarren swallowed, knowing that she was staring at him, but
not caring.
“I
should have called, I know, but I wanted to see you in person.”
She
nodded, smiled a little, and licked her lips, all seemingly at the same time.
He glanced behind him when a little kid started giggling past the shop. He
looked good in his Grizzly MC leather cut, and the patch on the back telling
everyone that he was part of a very dangerous outlaw shifter biker crew. He faced her again and gave her a lopsided
smirk. Underneath he had on a dark
t-shirt, and he wore a pair of loose fitting distressed jeans that had a little
bit of oil smeared on the pant legs. He was all male, potent, intoxicating, and
she was still so much in love with him that she hated him for it. After all of
this, he had let her father intimidate him when Dallas had told him to back
off. She had started World War III that night her parents had come home early,
and her dad had known what they had done. Although they had seen each
thereafter, it still sucked that Lucas had let her father dictate what to do.
But she couldn’t just blame Lucas or her father for how that day had ended,
because Tarren hadn’t fought hard enough for Lucas
either.
He
took a step forward, his grin vanishing. “Dallas is a pretty intimidating male, Tarren .” He was so close to her now that she smelled
the cologne he wore, and the faint scent of the grease from his Harley.
“What?”
she stuttered out, not realizing she had spoken her thoughts out loud.
He
didn’t respond, just came closer.
Her
face heated instantly, and she licked her lips, feeling embarrassed. “Yeah, ugh.” She shook her head, not even finishing what she
had said. Lucas was so close now that she couldn’t
try to work things out? Despite wanting to go back to what they had, Tarren didn’t think that was possible, but she wanted to
move forward with him and see where things went from here on out.
Some
sappy song that the owner had selected played overhead, and it reminded her of
elevator music. A couple came into the shop, not much older than their late
teens, all over each other, and pissing Tarren off.
She turned around, knowing it wasn’t their fault they were so madly in love,
and she was this crusty, cranky bitch nowadays. Even after all this time she
couldn’t stand to be around herself sometimes.
“Two
caramel lattes, please,” the young guy said, and then immediately started
kissing the bleached blonde girl. They were both humans, both sickly in love,
and it all made Tarren want to gag. She made their
drinks, handed it to them, took their money, and tried to block out the fact
that she was so miserable right now because she was jealous of what they had.
Fortunately, they didn’t stay at the café, and when she was alone once more she
turned her back toward the door and closed her eyes for a second.
She
thought about Lucas being in Arizona off and on for the last couple of years.
Jagger had sent him and a few others to help another club set up. But she
couldn’t blame only Lucas for this weirdness between them.
Her
relationship with Lucas was strained and probably would be for a long time, if
not forever, but she hoped to rectify that when she spoke to him later.
The
sound of the door opening again told her another customer had come in, and she
glanced at the clock. She only had another hour before her shift ended and her
replacement came in. She was ready to go home, to wait for her time with Lucas,
and see where in the hell the future took her. She turned around, and her heart
stopped. There on the other side of the counter, just separated from her by a
few feet, was Lucas. Of course she shouldn’t be surprised to see him, because
it wasn’t like he didn’t know where she worked, but she had thought he would
call to speak to her.
“Hey,”
he said, smirking slightly, and looking too damn good for his own well-being.
“Hi.” Tarren swallowed, knowing that she was staring at him, but
not caring.
“I
should have called, I know, but I wanted to see you in person.”
She
nodded, smiled a little, and licked her lips, all seemingly at the same time.
He glanced behind him when a little kid started giggling past the shop. He
looked good in his Grizzly MC leather cut, and the patch on the back telling
everyone that he was part of a very dangerous outlaw shifter biker crew. He faced her again and gave her a lopsided
smirk. Underneath he had on a dark
t-shirt, and he wore a pair of loose fitting distressed jeans that had a little
bit of oil smeared on the pant legs. He was all male, potent, intoxicating, and
she was still so much in love with him that she hated him for it. After all of
this, he had let her father intimidate him when Dallas had told him to back
off. She had started World War III that night her parents had come home early,
and her dad had known what they had done. Although they had seen each
thereafter, it still sucked that Lucas had let her father dictate what to do.
But she couldn’t just blame Lucas or her father for how that day had ended,
because Tarren hadn’t fought hard enough for Lucas
either.
He
took a step forward, his grin vanishing. “Dallas is a pretty intimidating male, Tarren .” He was so close to her now that she smelled
the cologne he wore, and the faint scent of the grease from his Harley.
“What?”
she stuttered out, not realizing she had spoken her thoughts out loud.
He
didn’t respond, just came closer.
Her
face heated instantly, and she licked her lips, feeling embarrassed. “Yeah, ugh.” She shook her head, not even finishing what she
had said. Lucas was so close now that she couldn’t
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