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“I ordered the goddamn part already.” His face turned red, and she half expected steam to burst from his ears.
“I’ll pay the cancellation fee.”
He narrowed his gaze, which had her shifting on her feet.
“Who’s doing the work?” His words were jumbled from the pen he was gnawing on. She was tempted to mention it wasn’t good for his teeth, but she figured the little piece of information wouldn’t be appreciated.
“Caden.”
He ripped the pen out of his mouth. Saliva bubbled near the corners of his mouth, making a disgusting curdling sound when he spoke.
“Reilly?”
He wasn’t a very smart man and obviously didn’t pay attention. She shook her head. “No, Caden.”
He inhaled deeply through his nose, flaring his nostrils. His face spiked to a heated flame. It reminded her of a balloon about to pop. He lurched forward, and she stepped back.
“Caden Reilly, you fucking idiot.”
She flinched and flickered her lashes. So rude.
“Hey, fatass, back the fuck up,” a snarled shout came from behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to find a man standing at her back. He was taller than average and fairly lanky. His cheeks wallowed inward as his lips pressed together. The voice didn’t match the face. Nor did his eyes, which seemed dazed.
“Who do you think you’re talking to, asshole?”
“A fatass douchebag. Now back the fuck up before I plow through this place with my damn truck.” He glanced over at Marissa and gave her a once over ending with a smirk and a wink when his eyes finally traveled up to her face. “I’m Dylan. Cade sent me.”
This is my ride?
She nodded and returned his smile. “Hello, Dylan.”
With the introduction completed, Dylan turned again and glared at Rister. “Seeing how your ass hasn’t moved, I’m thinking you want me crashing through this place. Am I right, dickwad?”
Marissa stood silent but could not take her eyes off the scene unfolding in front of her. It occurred to her she should be shaking with uncertainty and a bit of fear. Instead, she swung her gaze back and forth between the men, oddly fixated with what would happen next. Rister definitely had size on his younger opponent. However, if confidence alone could win a fight, Dylan would reign champion.
“Psycho bastard,” Rister snapped and edged forward.
“You got that right, and if you don’t want me releasing my psycho, you better back the fuck up.”
Apparently, being a psycho bastard had its clout. Rister all but shut up and released her car, spewing quite a few four-letter obscenities under his breath. At least there was no bloodshed. She followed Dylan outside and stayed off to the side when he loaded her car onto the flatbed truck. The glares coming from the office doorway lasted until they pulled out onto the main road.
She settled into her seat and side glanced at the young man next to her. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. He reached forward, grabbing a lighter from the console. She hadn’t even caught the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He lit the end and mumbled, “Mind if I smoke?”
Odd, considering he had technically lit it up before he asked.
“Nope.”
He nodded and squinted. She wasn’t sure if the move was from the smoke or he was gauging her. “So, you with Caden or something?”
“Currently, I’m with you.”
His brows drew to a peak. Confusion. It took him a few seconds, and then he belted out a hearty laugh. He snorted, which sent her mouth curving upward.
“So really, you two a thing or something?”
“No. We just met a few days ago.”
“Yeah? Hmmm.” He took a drag of his cigarette and spoke again. “Never sent me out for someone with strict orders. Well, aside from Trev.”
