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I turned back around with a smirk on my face.
“Yes,” I said, shrugging. “I just don’t like to wear them when I don’t have to.”
CHAPTER 3
I love when you talk nerdy to me.
-Text from Kettle to Adeline
KETTLE
Two weeks later
I set the weights down with a small clink and stood when I heard the knock on my door.
I wasn’t expecting anybody until about an hour from now, but it wasn’t unheard of for one of my brothers to stop by and shoot the shit with me on my days off.
I was completely thrown off guard when I opened the door to find my little neighbor, the one who’d been avoiding me at every turn for the past two weeks, standing there with her arms crossed against her chest.
Her eyes traveled down my body, taking in the workout shorts and my sweaty chest, before meeting my eyes.
“No shirt again, I see,” she observed. “Do you ever eat at McDonald’s?”
I shrugged. “Occasionally. What can I help you with?”
“I have some groceries,” she said with a wide smile.
I couldn’t help but let a grin tip up the corner of my mouth as I followed her out the door.
Today was much cooler, so when I saw the long sleeved, form fitted blue shirt tucked into another skirt that barely allowed her to walk correctly, I wasn’t as surprised.
Iwassurprised when she brought me up to a rental car, though.
“What’s with the rental car?” I asked as I went to her open trunk.
She usually drove around in a black Challenger with hot pink racing stripes.
The car fit her to a T. This one, on the other hand, did not. It was a non-descript white Ford Taurus.
“I had to take it into a body shop this morning. Someone hit me last night on the way home from school.” She explained sadly.
My head turned, and I regarded her closely. “Are you okay?” I asked, strangely concerned about the woman’s welfare.
Why I would be concerned, I didn’t know. Maybe I just liked that she didn’t just jump on my cock and start riding me. That was the main reason women came around me.
The first person to actually look at me, without eyeing my crotch, was my VP’s woman, Baylee.
All women ever saw when they looked at me, was the body and the cut. And if they ever got past those two things, they saw that I was a firefighter, and they really had to have them some.
I hadn’t had a meaningful conversation with a woman in well over ten years.
Even Annalise started dating me because I was a firefighter.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Little shaky. The guy didn’t stop. He was in this big ass truck with a huge bumper. I’m just lucky he hit me on the passenger side, otherwise my face would’ve been introduced to his bumper.” She sighed warily.
Something weird started to happen in my chest, and I had to physically restrain myself from going to her and holding her in my arms.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Which body shop did you take it to?” I asked.
