Melanie. That asshole needs to be slapped with a restraining order!”
“I was protecting you, Jay! I don’t want you to get in trouble! All that shit last time scared me. I thought you were going to be arrested! And then I come here bringing the food and didn’t even think about the fact that he could have followed me—”
He stepped past her abruptly and headed to the sidewalk. He looked up and down the street for any cars parked on the road, looking for the ’84 Camaro Jordan owned. Sure enough he spotted it six houses down, almost at the end of the block.
Jay’s entire body went rigid. He couldn’t see the driver, but the second the car flipped a u-turn on the road and burned rubber the other direction, he knew damn well the black car wasn’t a coincidence.
“Oh my God,” he heard Melanie whisper behind him .
Her voice brought him out of his inner thoughts and he turned around. “Go in the house. You’re staying here today.”
She didn’t even argue with him and headed for the front door. He called Teague once he found his phone in his bedroom, just to see when they’d be home.
“We’re almost to Dodger stad ium to watch a one o’clock game,” Teague said. “It was kind of a last minute idea, but I’ll head back.”
“No, don’t do that. Just let me know when you’ll be back and I’ll follow Melanie home.” Jay knew that wouldn’t be until at least five if they stayed for the whole game, which meant he needed to figure out what to do about his date with Sophia.
But after he hung up with Teague, he couldn’t find Melanie in the house anywhere. He even looked out back and in his shop. He checked the front of the house last and finally noticed that her car was gone.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he trekked back into the house. He was about to call her when a text came through from her.
Melanie: I’m sorry for putting you in the middle of this. Again. XO
Jay sighed and shook his head. Melanie had tried keeping the peace with Jordan until she couldn’t handle him anymore. After he caused her to fall and break her arm, he’d spent less than thirty days in jail and was handed a small amount of community service. As far as Jay knew, Jordan hadn’t tried to contact Melanie since.
If Jordan was going to keep this shit up, he was going to really fucking piss Jay off…
Jay: Just come back to my house for now.
He went to his room to change his clothes when her reply came.
Melanie : I have errands to do. Just do ur manly work.
Jay: I’ll let u watch my manly work. I’ll even keep my shirt off for u.
Melanie : As much as I just squealed excitedly like a little girl, I have to pass. You’d end up telling me I owed u for it.
Jay had to ch uckle. Yeah, he probably would tell her that.
When he couldn’t convince Melanie to return to his house, he continued on with his plans for the day and spent the next three hours out in his shop. He didn’t get much done before it was time to quit. He was so tempted to call Sophia and cancel the date when she called and did it first.
“I’m so sorry, Jay,” she said over the phone. “My sister is in labor, and even though she’s probably far from having the baby, I want to be there for her.”
“Not a problem,” he told her, trying to contain how pleased he was. “Go be with your family.”
“I’m sorry you wasted the time getting ready. I’ll make it up to you.”
What the fuck did she think he needed to do to get ready for a date? He hadn’t even jumped in the shower yet and he was supposed to pick her up in thirty minutes. Jeans, t-shirt, shoes… It wasn’t that complicated.
“Oh don’t worry about me,” he suppressed a smile. “I’ll manage.”
As soon as he got off the phone he was back under the hood of the Chevelle.
***
Melanie quickly stepped through the door to Teague’s house, glancing over her shoulder. She was getting sick of this, always being on the lookout for Jordan. She hadn’t heard from him for two
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