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I could just see the cloud of smoke drifting out of the window with the quickly darkening sky.
“That was my husband’s fault,” she agreed, sighing. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours. I’m making brownies. You better be here before nine, or there’s no telling how many will be left. Your father is insatiable.”
I gagged. “Mom, there are just some things that I don’t want to know.”
My mom laughed.
“Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.”
I went back inside after hanging up and taking one more look at the car in the back of the parking lot.
Unfortunately, there was a storm rolling in and the twilight was quickly losing what little light it had left. Making it almost impossible to see without walking closer.
And since the object of my desire was inside in the opposite direction, I would be letting this one go.
But I made a mental note to check before I left, just in case.
Likely it would no longer be there, but I’d check anyway.
Arriving inside, it was to find the place in chaos.
Saylor had set her family to work helping her set up the cake table.
I was set to work putting up the refreshment table by Justice’s parents.
And Justice didn’t arrive with his new bride for at least another hour.
By the time he arrived for the small, intimate reception, it was time for me to leave.
But I made sure to congratulate him and his new wife.
Then I looked for Saylor, only to find her surrounded by the Dixie Wardens MC.
Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to get in there without making an utter fool of myself and announcing to them all that I had a thing for Saylor, I decided to wait.
Tomorrow, I’d catch her before she left.
Tonight, though?
I had a couple other things that I had to do. One of which was going to see my mother and asking her about a job.
One that would hopefully keep Saylor in Kilgore, Texas long enough for us to explore what burned bright between us.
Chapter 6
And for my next trick, I’ll dazzle you with the illusion that I have my shit together.
-Coffee Cup
Saylor
The last of my boxes were packed, and I was staring at my now fully-ready-to-move shit that was piled high along the living room walls.
I felt a wave of melancholy sweep through me at the sight.
I didn’t want to leave my apartment.
I didn’t want to leave this area.
