Page 18 of Sweet Dreams

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Page 18 of Sweet Dreams

“I told you to take one,” fucktard says.

My eye twitches with the way he talks. Who does he think he is? “Anyway. Continue.” He glares at me, but he’ll learn quickly that I’m not afraid.

“The hydrant exploded, and my shop was on its hit list. I’m thanking my lucky stars. The insurance company pulled their weight and covered it. I’m still footing the bill for the loss of books, but it’s whatever.”

“Fuck, girl. Is there anything I can do?” I don’t wanna come off as needy, but I’m almost at bitch boys level here. I can feel it.

“Yeah, if you see Nancy coming, distract her. I don’t have a building permit. The bitch never gave it to me again.” She rolls her eyes.

Of course, she didn’t. That doesn’t surprise me, considering the last visit Nancy sprang on Teagan. Now that I'm here, I dare her to show her face around here.

“I told you before. I’m not afraid of Nancy.”

Fucktard laughs. “You should be.”

“Well, I’m not. And no one asked for your input, you abnormal shit goblin,” I spit the words out; my jaw tightens when he smirks.

“Silas, don’t start. Jace, that’s enough. Don’t you have work to get to?” She turns to Jace, crossing her arms.

Now it’s my turn to smirk. That’s what you get for being a dick. Except it’s me who gets a smack in the face when he pulls her in for a hug. That should beme with her in my arms. But I came off too strong last time, and she wasn’t ready for that.

I watch douchebag take off; a little too cocky if you ask me. Asshole.

“Silas, he’s a friend. Check the ego at the door next time.”

I turn in a circle. “Can’t find this ego you are speaking of. Where is it?”

She shoves me, laughing. “Shut it, Sunshine. I’m glad you’re back. It’s been miserable without you.”

I pull her in a hug, inhaling her citrus scent. “I’m here now. Whatever you need, lay it on me. You don’t have to do anything alone.”

“Thanks, Silas. But as you can tell, I’m not in need of your working skills today. You can head home unless you wanna fill me in on where you were?” She allows the final word to transform into a question casually.

That isn’t something I want to share, not yet, anyway or at all. Teagan doesn’t need to know I jack cars for a living. I give her one more hug, wrapping my arms around her as she rests her chin on my chest, her pleading green eyes looking up at me. I kiss her forehead before stepping back.

“I’ll tell you one day. But if you want me to head out, I will. But call if Nancy shows up; I’ll be here in a blinkof an eye.”

“Thank you.” She gives me a small smile. “Maybe we can grab dinner later?”

She’s tugging my heartstrings and throwing me for so many loops I’m unsure what direction to head. Do friends have dinner? I’m not sure how this works. Hump and dump, that’s how I work, but Teagan is different, and I have to remind myself this constantly.

“Call when you wanna do it.”

She shoots up an eyebrow.

“Dinner, you perv.”

“I was thinking that. You are the perv, Sunshine.” She points at me.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dimples. Be safe here.” I walk closer to the door, weaving amongst the mess. “See, ya.”

I exit the shop and bump into a body.

“Sorry.”

“You should be.”

Elma. I’m surprised she talked back to me. She usually runs away with her tail between her legs. I stare down at her, watching her. Her grey eyes narrow at me, and her white eyebrow raises.




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