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Chapter Sixteen

Elijah

I tilted my head, eyeing Hadley’s number on my phone, contemplating about sending her a text message. It seemed a waste not to use her number since I had it. It was another thirty minutes before my appointment would be here. Thirty long, torturous minutes.

Fuck it.

Elijah: Hey.

I rapped my knuckles across the counter before sending another.

Elijah: Should I come back up once I’m off to finish the cars with Lucy?

It took a minute or two before she replied.

Hadley: Sure.

Sure? Frowning down at the phone, I tried to decipher what that meant. Befriending a mother was no easy task. Somehow, I was making friends quicker with the kid than the adult.

Still… My mind was relentless when it came to them. Another text came in.

Hadley: I’m off. Come over whenever you want.

“What are you smiling for?” Wendy glanced at me.

“It’s obvious. It’s the mom,” Lance snickered.

I tried to hide my smile behind a frown.

“Do you have a picture of her?” Waldo murmured next to me, looking over my shoulder. I forgot he was behind the counter with me. That was how long I’d considered texting Hadley. “Just how hot is this mom?”

“Got big tits?” Jim jumped in. The customers laughed.

“Piss off,” I growled. They were big but the thought of these pricks staring at her upset me. I had no right to get annoyed, though, not when I was constantly staring at them myself. But I didn’t objectify her out loud. But leaking tits were intriguing… Everything about that young mom captivated me more so than any of my drawings or paintings ever had.

“So you don’t have a picture?” Waldo asked again.

I turned and glared at him. “Why would I?”

“You’re awfully touchy about this chick,” Lance pointed out.

“He’s cranky about everything,” Jim muttered.

No sense denying the truth.

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