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“We’re always good, Steve.” I smile back. “Even when we’re acting like a couple of old bastards.”
Steve chuckles, but I go quiet when he has the final word before heading home to his place next door.
“And to think…Nah… It’s too crazy,” he says.
“What?” I ask, concerned by his sudden look of embarrassment.
“Well, itdoessound crazy now,” he says loudly, half rolling his eyes toward the high ceiling.
“But for a minute there, I was even starting to think May might’ve had a thing for you. Y’know, like a schoolgirl crush.”
His words stun me, and although my look doesn’t register with Steve, hearing him even say that makes me feel like I’m watching a bomb waiting to detonate.
I don’t know exactly when it’ll go off, but it’s as though Steve’s getting warmer.
Closer to the truth by the hour.
And I haven’t evenclaimedMay yet.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I ask, and Steve’s brow creases.
“What?” he asks sharply, turning to face me.
“I mean…About me moving back to town and springing all this on ya all of a sudden. Moving in right next door…,” I add, really only meaning to steer the conversation away from May and her little ‘crush.’
And spotting her still wet, torn panties on the sofa, I feel a jolt of panic and literally spin Steve toward the door.
Amazed that he hasn’t seen them.
Amazed at how fucking turned onIget when I see them. Thinking of May right there on the couch with her ankles over my shoulders, her steaming pussy in my mouth just a few minutes ago.
If dad knew just how far his daughter’s ‘crush’ had gone in one day, I don’t think we’d be having the same conversation.
But Steve’s quick to assure me that he’s glad I’ve come home.
Gladder still to have me as his neighbor too.
“I just wanna be able to provide for my own family, B. Y’know?” he says, stopping by the front door and lowering his voice.
He even looks around as if anyone’s gonna hear. But I know what he’s about to say long before he says it.
“You know I’d never ask you for money… But if you could somehow help me drum up some business for the shop? Y’know…whatever it is you big city folk do to make your millions,” he jokes, but I know he’s being serious.
“If I just had the customers like I used to, I’d have the business. I could hire back the mechanics I had to lay off. I just don’t have the…,” he starts to say, but I know exactly what he means.
I’ve been thinking the same thing all day.
If I can’t give Steve money, then I’ll give him customers. And lots of ‘em.
“Leave it to me,” I pledge to him, clapping a firm hand on his shoulder and offering to walk him over to his place, but he reminds me he still has to park his truck.
“Oh, Steve?” I call out to him once he’s by his truck.
“I was wondering if May could help out tomorrow, here I mean. Help me tidy the place up a bit,” I blurt out, needing a reason to see her again already.
“You’d have to ask her that yourself, big guy,” Steve shrugs. “She might have work tomorrow, but swing by in the morning and ask,” he says, sounding right neighborly already.
“I will then,” I promise.
