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She snorted. “What can I say? I’m a tough boss.”
Looking at her business card again, then her jacket that said, J.J. Aside from the grease smudged on her cheek and hands, she was quite attractive. Why on earth would she want to do this for a living? “This is your company?”
“It is,” she said. “I’m Joyelle Jones, proud owner of one Dodge Ram 5500.” She slapped her truck affectionately.
I had no idea why, but I found it sexy that she handled loading that car as well as, if not better than, a man. I still disagreed with her being alone in a place like this. There were worse things than getting punched out or robbed, and someone as cute as her might be a temptation that could prove to be deadly. She might be putting on a confident front, but something in her eyes said she was aware tonight could’ve gone terribly wrong if I hadn’t stopped.
“I’m Richard Heart. Very nice to meet you.” She chuckled, and I said, “I didn’t realize my name was so funny.”
“I was just expecting you to say something else.”
Intrigued, I asked, “Like what?”
“Maybe Prince Richard Heart.”
I burst out laughing. “Sorry to disappoint you, but my only title is Mister. I’m no prince.” Not Prince Charming.
“Too bad. It would’ve made a great story to tell Lizzy at dinner.”
“If it’d make you feel better, you can tell her I played a prince in a grade school play when I was eight.” My mother insisted we at least try it to know if we liked it or not. That was my first and only performance.
Joyelle smiled. “It’s better than nothing. I’d better get going so I can drop this vehicle off. Have a great night, Mr. Heart.”
“It was my pleasure.” I slipped her business card into my pocket and watched her pull that large tow truck away. Joyelle had left an impression, but since I didn’t have a loan on my vehicle, I highly doubted our paths would cross again. But that didn’t mean seeing her was out of the question.
I got back into my car and headed back towards the highway. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Joyelle. She hadn’t said whether this was her last job of the night, just that she was meeting a friend later. I couldn’t help but hope she didn’t have to return to that area again. From what I’d observed, it didn’t look like anyone else was going to come to her rescue.
Pulling off to the side of the road, I pulled out her business card and sent her a quick message.
PLEASE TEXT ME WHEN YOU’RE THROUGH WORK.
I wasn’t sure if she’d respond, but her truck looked new, so it probably was equipped with Bluetooth for voice-texting.
WHO IS THIS?
I was tempted to reply ‘Prince Richard’, but opted to do otherwise.
YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR. Which was more accurate.
A moment later she replied. OKAY.
Short. Simple. Like how I would reply. So why was I hoping for more? Because she’s the most excitement I’ve had all day.
Tomorrow, I won’t even remember her name.
