smokes, and lights one up. He offers me the pack, so I take one, and he passes me the lighter. I gag on the first drag like an idiot.
“You okay there, Payce?”
I smile at him, what else can I do? “Yeah, I gave up the things for years and only recently started again.”
“I can tell, how recent?” he says with a smirk, and he walks to the benches of the smoking area.
“About four hours ago.” I shrug my shoulders and follow.
Brax starts laughing. “I suppose you started up at about the same time that you knew you’d be coming here, huh?”
“Something like that, but it doesn’t seem to be going very well.” I take a long drag and put it out in the standing ashtray.
“This is one of the nasty habits I held on to, unfortunately, got rid of the rest. You never liked the damn things anyway, you just thought you looked cool smoking, Payce,” he laughs, taking another drag.
“True.” I grin. “Had an image to keep up and everything, you know?”
“Payce, even you took that image to extremes, geez. I’m glad to see that you’re okay. I never knew though, I tried to find out, but…never-mind, you still look great.”
“You look even sexier than I imagined.” Fucking son of a bitch, where did this shit come from and why is it exploding from my mouth like this? So much for damn focusing and control, what the fuck, man!
“Ditto.” He grins, turning a little red after. “Try not to be such a stranger, Payce.”
“Sparky up there in the bar was trying to sell me on your appetizers here. Told him I might swing by tomorrow, if that’s okay. You going to be around?”
“It’s fine and I’m always around, I spend more damn time here than at home.” He puts his smoke out.
“Good, then maybe I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.” I turn and walk across the parking lot to my bike, and straddle across the seat, sticking my key in the ignition.
“Aw…asshole. You got one.” His mouth hangs open as he walks across the parking lot to me. “I never worked up the nerve to get a bike, guess I’m too practical now. Kind of surprised it’s not a Harley though. You always were the wild one who liked to live on the edge. You’ll have to give me a ride on it sometime, Payce.”
“The ‘Harley’ is in my garage under construction. And I never liked living on the edge, we just had to sometimes.” I grin. “You have my number now, anytime you’re ready for that ride...” I don’t finish the sentence, just start the bike and ride off.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a tornado, because shit is spinning all around inside of my head. Everything is so jumbled up that I can’t even focus clearly and that worries me. My brain to mouth filter is having a major malfunction, tossing out shit at random and I had no control what so ever.
God, it was embarrassing, but not enough to stop me from showing up again tomorrow.
Chapter Eight
I didn’t sleep worth a crap last night, tossed and turned the whole time, and had some fucked up dreams that kept waking me. I never rest well when I start thinking too hard about things. I should have expected it after yesterday, between my body malfunctions and seeing Brax, my mind was off in one too many different directions. I need to work on that. It really annoys me that he got in my head that easy. He didn’t just knock on my zone door, the bastard opened it, climbed right on in, and camped his ass in my spot on the couch. When he called me out about not accidentally walking in his place, it threw me for a minute, then it made me kind of proud. I’m the one who taught him that shit. Good to know he still keeps reading people as sharp as a tack.
I grab another cup of coffee, and jump on the computer, because I didn’t even think to ask him what time Braxton’s opens up for business on Sunday’s. The tab opens to his site and there’s my answer. Casual Sundays, noon to eight p.m. Thank fuck that little side note is on there, or I would be showing up
“You okay there, Payce?”
I smile at him, what else can I do? “Yeah, I gave up the things for years and only recently started again.”
“I can tell, how recent?” he says with a smirk, and he walks to the benches of the smoking area.
“About four hours ago.” I shrug my shoulders and follow.
Brax starts laughing. “I suppose you started up at about the same time that you knew you’d be coming here, huh?”
“Something like that, but it doesn’t seem to be going very well.” I take a long drag and put it out in the standing ashtray.
“This is one of the nasty habits I held on to, unfortunately, got rid of the rest. You never liked the damn things anyway, you just thought you looked cool smoking, Payce,” he laughs, taking another drag.
“True.” I grin. “Had an image to keep up and everything, you know?”
“Payce, even you took that image to extremes, geez. I’m glad to see that you’re okay. I never knew though, I tried to find out, but…never-mind, you still look great.”
“You look even sexier than I imagined.” Fucking son of a bitch, where did this shit come from and why is it exploding from my mouth like this? So much for damn focusing and control, what the fuck, man!
“Ditto.” He grins, turning a little red after. “Try not to be such a stranger, Payce.”
“Sparky up there in the bar was trying to sell me on your appetizers here. Told him I might swing by tomorrow, if that’s okay. You going to be around?”
“It’s fine and I’m always around, I spend more damn time here than at home.” He puts his smoke out.
“Good, then maybe I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.” I turn and walk across the parking lot to my bike, and straddle across the seat, sticking my key in the ignition.
“Aw…asshole. You got one.” His mouth hangs open as he walks across the parking lot to me. “I never worked up the nerve to get a bike, guess I’m too practical now. Kind of surprised it’s not a Harley though. You always were the wild one who liked to live on the edge. You’ll have to give me a ride on it sometime, Payce.”
“The ‘Harley’ is in my garage under construction. And I never liked living on the edge, we just had to sometimes.” I grin. “You have my number now, anytime you’re ready for that ride...” I don’t finish the sentence, just start the bike and ride off.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a tornado, because shit is spinning all around inside of my head. Everything is so jumbled up that I can’t even focus clearly and that worries me. My brain to mouth filter is having a major malfunction, tossing out shit at random and I had no control what so ever.
God, it was embarrassing, but not enough to stop me from showing up again tomorrow.
Chapter Eight
I didn’t sleep worth a crap last night, tossed and turned the whole time, and had some fucked up dreams that kept waking me. I never rest well when I start thinking too hard about things. I should have expected it after yesterday, between my body malfunctions and seeing Brax, my mind was off in one too many different directions. I need to work on that. It really annoys me that he got in my head that easy. He didn’t just knock on my zone door, the bastard opened it, climbed right on in, and camped his ass in my spot on the couch. When he called me out about not accidentally walking in his place, it threw me for a minute, then it made me kind of proud. I’m the one who taught him that shit. Good to know he still keeps reading people as sharp as a tack.
I grab another cup of coffee, and jump on the computer, because I didn’t even think to ask him what time Braxton’s opens up for business on Sunday’s. The tab opens to his site and there’s my answer. Casual Sundays, noon to eight p.m. Thank fuck that little side note is on there, or I would be showing up
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