We can talk about Starla and her treatment options.
My treat.”
I knew if the situation had been different,
Tony wouldn’t like it if I left with Shane, but now, I was pretty
damn sure he couldn’t care less. Plus, Shane was right. I didn’t
need to ask for permission to do shit.
“Okay. Can you just give me five minutes to
take a shower? I was jogging before I came in here.”
His eyebrows lifted questioningly. “A woman
that can take a five minute shower,” he chuckled, “I’ll wait just
to see that happen.”
I glared at him. “Oh be quiet. I’ll be right
back.” And I would. I’d just have to go without makeup.
It took me six minutes, and as I walked out
of the house, Shane howled with laughter. I had to smile because it was pretty funny.
“In my defense, it took at least two minutes
for me to walk from the stable to the house,” I said which only
made him laugh harder.
It was nice to finally smile.
I hadn’t smiled since before I arrived
here.
As I followed a still laughing Shane to his
silver F-250 Harley Davidson Edition truck, I realized that Tony’s
truck was gone. I wondered when he left, but I decided not to think
of Tony at all; it would be impossible, but I was going to try my
best.
The diner Shane took me to was old and
rustic in appearance. I adored it. There was something charming
about the way the waitresses greeted us sweetly when we walked in.
The place was packed, so I was happy when we were able to sit in a
booth near a window.
I was deep in menu concentration when I
heard, “Hey, Shane,” said in a gentle, yet raspy and sexy feminine
voice. I looked. A beautiful waitress stood at the end of the table
and she was staring right at Shane.
She had light brown hair pulled into a pony
tail, and when her eyes hit mine, they were the most vibrant green
I’d ever seen. Her eyes were so bright that it almost took away
from the dark bags under her eyes... almost, but not quite.
The bags made her look older, but she
couldn’t be older than me. She was pale, her skin flawless,
slender, but not skinny. I couldn’t stop staring. She smiled, her
lips tipped up with genuine warmth and she held out her hand, “Hi
there, I’m Shannon,” she said.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Oh my God, was this the Shannon that
Larry mentioned yesterday ?
Regardless of how strange, even if only to
me, this situation just became, I smiled at her and matched her
gesture.
“I’m Trish,” I said. Her smile grew
bigger.
“I figured. Shane told me Tony’s new girl
was out of his league.”
I was stunned.
“Why the hell are you still here?” Shane
butted in, in angry tone that caused both me and Shannon to face
him.
“Uhhhh… Nigel asked me if I wanted to work
overtime,” Shannon responded so low I could barely hear her. Her
smile had completely disappeared, her shoulders drooped, and if I
wasn’t mistaken, she looked ready to cry.
“Let me guess,” Shane sneered, “you had to work it, right? You show up late to the office every
day, every time I walk into your office, you’re either on a
personal call or you’re half asleep. I told you the other day,
Shannon, and I’m telling you one last time; if you show up late one
more time, I’m going to let you go,” Shane finished harshly.
Shannon’s eyes wouldn’t even meet Shane’s
anymore. They seemed permanently locked on something outside the
window now, but when I checked, I saw nothing.
How could he embarrass her like
this ?
I could understand having this conversation
in private, but not in public. Something was going on with this
girl. She was too… scared. She looked lost.
She swallowed hard, either holding back
tears or her pride, but I knew instantly that I liked her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I promise not
to be late again.”
And then, as if nothing happened, she
straightened and continued with her original task, “What can I get
y’all to drink?”
Nobody responded for a long moment. It
wasn’t until
My treat.”
I knew if the situation had been different,
Tony wouldn’t like it if I left with Shane, but now, I was pretty
damn sure he couldn’t care less. Plus, Shane was right. I didn’t
need to ask for permission to do shit.
“Okay. Can you just give me five minutes to
take a shower? I was jogging before I came in here.”
His eyebrows lifted questioningly. “A woman
that can take a five minute shower,” he chuckled, “I’ll wait just
to see that happen.”
I glared at him. “Oh be quiet. I’ll be right
back.” And I would. I’d just have to go without makeup.
It took me six minutes, and as I walked out
of the house, Shane howled with laughter. I had to smile because it was pretty funny.
“In my defense, it took at least two minutes
for me to walk from the stable to the house,” I said which only
made him laugh harder.
It was nice to finally smile.
I hadn’t smiled since before I arrived
here.
As I followed a still laughing Shane to his
silver F-250 Harley Davidson Edition truck, I realized that Tony’s
truck was gone. I wondered when he left, but I decided not to think
of Tony at all; it would be impossible, but I was going to try my
best.
The diner Shane took me to was old and
rustic in appearance. I adored it. There was something charming
about the way the waitresses greeted us sweetly when we walked in.
The place was packed, so I was happy when we were able to sit in a
booth near a window.
I was deep in menu concentration when I
heard, “Hey, Shane,” said in a gentle, yet raspy and sexy feminine
voice. I looked. A beautiful waitress stood at the end of the table
and she was staring right at Shane.
She had light brown hair pulled into a pony
tail, and when her eyes hit mine, they were the most vibrant green
I’d ever seen. Her eyes were so bright that it almost took away
from the dark bags under her eyes... almost, but not quite.
The bags made her look older, but she
couldn’t be older than me. She was pale, her skin flawless,
slender, but not skinny. I couldn’t stop staring. She smiled, her
lips tipped up with genuine warmth and she held out her hand, “Hi
there, I’m Shannon,” she said.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Oh my God, was this the Shannon that
Larry mentioned yesterday ?
Regardless of how strange, even if only to
me, this situation just became, I smiled at her and matched her
gesture.
“I’m Trish,” I said. Her smile grew
bigger.
“I figured. Shane told me Tony’s new girl
was out of his league.”
I was stunned.
“Why the hell are you still here?” Shane
butted in, in angry tone that caused both me and Shannon to face
him.
“Uhhhh… Nigel asked me if I wanted to work
overtime,” Shannon responded so low I could barely hear her. Her
smile had completely disappeared, her shoulders drooped, and if I
wasn’t mistaken, she looked ready to cry.
“Let me guess,” Shane sneered, “you had to work it, right? You show up late to the office every
day, every time I walk into your office, you’re either on a
personal call or you’re half asleep. I told you the other day,
Shannon, and I’m telling you one last time; if you show up late one
more time, I’m going to let you go,” Shane finished harshly.
Shannon’s eyes wouldn’t even meet Shane’s
anymore. They seemed permanently locked on something outside the
window now, but when I checked, I saw nothing.
How could he embarrass her like
this ?
I could understand having this conversation
in private, but not in public. Something was going on with this
girl. She was too… scared. She looked lost.
She swallowed hard, either holding back
tears or her pride, but I knew instantly that I liked her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I promise not
to be late again.”
And then, as if nothing happened, she
straightened and continued with her original task, “What can I get
y’all to drink?”
Nobody responded for a long moment. It
wasn’t until
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