Break Me Down (The Breaking Trilogy, #2) Page 14

  Then he teased Dean, “If that slacker would pick up the pace we could damn near hit forty, I bet.”

  “Yeah, well, you’re going to owe Dub a case of beer. You forgot to get oil filters this week. He’s on his way up. This is the last one on the shelf,” Dead fired back.

  My dad stopped and looked at him like a coonhound with three dicks, but it wasn’t Dean who was wrong. Judging by the stack of unpaid invoices, I had to start taking on a little bit more of the responsibilities around there.

  “Didn’t we order those?” Then he scratched his face and went on about his business.

  “I’ll call them on Monday and see. Maybe they left them off the truck or something? Don’t worry about it,” I said and kicked his work boot. “You’ve got a line out there. Get your old ass in gear.”

  He rolled his eyes at me and went back to work.

  Dean and my dad beat their record. Thirty-three oil changes in less than fifteen minutes, start to finish. They drank a few beers as they cleaned up the shop for the evening and called in some tenderloins for us at Diana’s, the local diner across the street. We were all hungry and one of her tenderloins could practically feed a whole family. They were plate-sized, and you needed three buns.

  “Hey, we’re walking across the street to eat, you coming?” my dad finally asked a little later.

  I looked at the clock. It was seven, and I knew she’d be closing up the kitchen soon, but I needed to take a better look at those tickets. I had my work cut out for me. It was either going to take all night or all the next day, and paperwork was the last thing I wanted to do on Sunday.

  It was supposed to rain a little, but that was fine. I needed to get a jump-start on making more lures. The extra money was going to be nice, and they were selling better than I ever dreamed.

  “Nah, you guys go eat while they’re hot. Tell Diana I’ll be over there before she takes off. I’m going to settle this register and clean up. You two go.” My dad ran a hand over my back and kissed the top of my head.

  “Hey, how many did you sell today?”

  I smiled, knowing he’d be just as excited as I was.

  “All of them.”

  “No shit, Mutt? Hell, you’ll be setting up a tackle shop next. Just you watch. Good job, kid.” It was nice having someone notice how well they were doing, but, then again, he was my dad.

  “Your old man’s gonna go eat, then I’m hitting the sack. These old bones are tired.” He winked at me as he slapped off the lights to the shop. “Love you, Mutt.”

  “Love you, too, Dad. See you in the morning.”

  It didn’t take me five minutes to get the register in order, and then I went through the pile of invoices in the folder. There was almost ten thousand dollars’ worth of billing in there. I sorted them and decided I’d come back the next morning to finish up.

  I was starving and didn’t want Diana waiting on me so she could go home. She would, too, if she saw the light in the shop. Hell, if it weren’t for her, I would have starved by age three.

  I closed up the building for the night and walked across the street. Teenagers were cruising, people were filing into Sally’s—one of the two bars in town—and it was a normal, small-town Saturday night.

  I stepped up to the brick front of Diana’s, and just as I was opening the door I heard a man say, “Shit,” from the vehicle parked nearby. I guess I wasn’t the only one having a long day. Minding my own business, I stepped into the diner.

  “Hey there, sweetie. I’ve got your sandwich in the oven keeping it warm for you. Want anything else with it?” asked Diana. She wiped her hands on her apron as she dropped the rag she’d been wiping tables off with when I came in.

  “No, I probably won’t even be able to finish the sandwich.”

  “Your daddy said you had a long day. Those big hazel eyes of yours look a little tiresome.” She was kindhearted, so I knew it wasn’t an insult.

  I nodded, which turned into stretching my neck. Diana was right. Thirteen hours is a long day for anyone, especially this twenty-six-year-old chick.

  She smiled sympathetically, the ever growing laugh lines on her face appearing, then she walked in back to get my food. Her grey hair was swept up in a ponytail, and as she walked away she rubbed the back of her neck, too.

  She was a hard worker. There were a few high school kids who helped her out here and there, but other than that, it was just her and one other waitress running the place.

  I took a seat in the booth closest to the door, and when the bell rang above it I reflexively looked up. There stood a tall man who I didn’t know.

  Wynne wasn’t big and I knew everyone who lived there. It wasn’t likely for a passerby to stop in, especially at quarter to eight on a Saturday night.

  He looked at his watch, taking stock of how empty the place was.

  “Hi,” he said as he regarded me with the most striking cornflower blue eyes I’d ever seen. “Are they still open?”

  I blinked a few times. His words had hit my ears, but not yet my brain. I sat there staring. Either I was delusional, or he was one of the finest men I’d ever seen.

  What in the hell would bring him here?

  “Excuse me,” he added, looking for an answer. “Do you know if they are still open?”

  I shook the stupid from my head and replied, “Hell, I’m sorry. Lost my thought there. Yeah, they’re open, but I think the kitchen is already closed down for the night.”

  He took a frustrated breath, raising his arm and placing his palm to his forehead. “Perfect,” he huffed as he squeezed his eyes shut, looking defeated.

  I instantly felt bad for him. I always had a bleeding heart for someone down on their luck. If he was the same guy who was swearing in his SUV, which I knew he was, then this just added to whatever he was already dealing with.

  I could commiserate.

  “If you’re hungry,” I started to say when he interrupted.

  “Of course I’m hungry, why else would I be here?”

  I didn’t take offense. I was no stranger to a hungry man with a short temper, but I also wasn’t one to take their shit.

  “Hey! You didn’t let me finish. All I was saying was, she has pie up there under the counter. Chill out.” I didn’t shout, but my tone was a clear message that assholes were never alone in a room with me. If you want to be a jerk, bring your A game.

  He froze and hung his not-from-around-here head.

  “Sorry. I’m just starving and tired,” he apologized. Then he pointed a finger in the direction of the pie case and raised his contrite eyebrows like he was saying, “In there?”

  I nodded sarcastically.

  He started it.

  The guy walked over to the case just as Diana walked out with my overflowing plate. She’d even added lattice fries, because she knew they were my favorite. It smelled like heaven. An embarrassment of riches in the form of meat and potatoes.

  When he saw what I was getting, his eyes grew to the size of saucers. They followed her all the way across the room until she placed the plate down in front of me. If it had been a cartoon, he would have had one of those thought bubbles above his head with my plate in it.

  “Hi there, honey. You want some pie? I’ve got the kitchen shut down, but you can have whatever you like under there.”

  Diana danced around grabbing a bottle of ketchup and mustard off of the table behind where I sat and handed them to me.

  “You want some tea, Mutt?”

  “Yeah. Extra ice, please.”

  “Okay,” she said, handing me a knife and fork rolled in a napkin.

  “See anything in there that looks good to you?” she asked the guy.

  He tapped the glass as he studied the pies. My eyes were drawn to him, trying to figure out who he might be and what he was doing in Wynne.

  “All of them are good, but her apple is the best,” I offered as I stared at the heaping pile of fries. Then, just before I spread out my napkin to begin hacking at the colossal sandwich, whi
ch was impossible for me to eat in one sitting, I caved.

  “Do you like tenderloins?” I asked, knowing there was no way I could eat all of it anyway. It was almost humiliating having that much on one plate when this guy was clearly as hungry as a bitch wolf with nine pups.

  “I do,” he answered, looking at me over his shoulder.

  “I’ve got a little over half of this that I can’t eat. I’ll split it with you, if you’re that hungry.”

  Diana crooked her head to the side and opened her mouth, about to make a bigger deal out of my gesture than necessary. Then she snapped it shut just as quick. She knew better.

  I rolled my eyes at her and asked, “Can we get an extra plate, please?”

  “Sure, honey. And what do you want to drink?” she asked the guy as she set my tea down.

  “I’ll take a glass of milk,” he answered and walked over to my table. Then with the same pointing thing he’d done a minute ago, he silently asked if he could sit on the empty side of the booth.

  What was it with this guy and finger pointing questions at me?

  Dramatically, I nodded again, trying to hide my smile. Even if he was grouchy, he’d be nice to look at while I ate.

  Diana came back with his milk, silverware, and the extra plate with a bun on it, setting all of it in front of the guy.

  “I’ll be in back. Holler if you need me,” she said as she winked and walked off. When she got to the kitchen door, I glanced her way and she wafted her hand in front of her face and mouthed, “He’s hot.”

  It was almost comical how he was looking at my sandwich. With my knife and fork, not knowing his stance on strangers touching his food, I cut the tenderloin in half and forked it over to his plate. Then I lifted my plate and spilled half of the fries over to his.

  “So what’s your name? I don’t know you,” I said.

  “Vaughn Renfro,” he answered, but he was more concerned with his food. He smiled up at me, but quickly went back to his full plate, popping a lattice fry in his mouth as he reached for the ketchup.

  I squirted mustard on my bun and placed the pickles on it just how I liked. By the time I was applying ketchup to my fries, he was already digging in to his half. I doused my plate in ketchup, not missing a single bite.

  Observing my overuse of ketchup, he looked at me questioningly with his mouth full. His face had changed from the hungry, frustrated one that walked in to a friendly, more likeable one. Now I could see what Diana was saying.

  He was seriously hot.

  Blue eyes. Short, dirty-blond hair. I watched the muscles in his jaw work as he hauled ass on the sandwich. I also took note of his forearms and big hands.

  We ate in almost silence, except for the moaning and grunting coming from the other side of the booth. And I’m not proud to admit it, but the sounds he made were kind of hot, too.

  “Pretty good stuff, huh?” I asked, capturing a piece of ice and giving it a loud crunch.

  He cringed immediately at the sound, then swallowed.

  “Oh my God, I thought I was going to die.”

  “Yeah, I could tell. You had that hungry man thing going on.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about that. It’s been a hell of a day.”

  “I hear you.”

  “So how is it that you can get served food when the kitchen is closed? I need to learn your trick.” He sat back and took a long drink of his milk. It left a little white ring on his lip before he licked it off. Under normal circumstances, it would have looked dumb. But him doing it? Well, it was hot. I’m not going to lie.

  “I’ve known Diana my whole life. I work across the street. No trick. I just called her a while ago and had her keep it warm for me.”

  He looked thought the window at our building across the street. “You work at that garage over there?”

  “Yep,” I answered as I kept eating. I was hungry too, but, unlike this guy, I liked to enjoy my food.

  “Did she call you ... Mutt?” he asked, his facial expression confessing he thought he’d heard wrong.

  “Yep.”

  “Why would she call you that?”

  I hated that question, but I gave him my stock response anyway.

  “It’s a family name.”

  Which was true. If my mom hadn’t been such a friendly lady, I’m sure it never would have stuck. Before he could say anything more about it, I asked him a question to change the subject.

  “What were you shitting about in your vehicle when I walked in?”

  He leaned forward, propping his elbow on the table and ran his fingers over his head. Something he’d done a few times already. Must have been a nervous tick.

  “Well, I’m the new dentist in Dr. Carver’s office, and I’ve been moving all day.”

  That was all he needed to say. I hated moving. Not that I’d ever moved, but I’d helped friends move plenty of times, and it was total bullshit. He could have stopped there and I would have called that justification, but he continued.

  “I had a flat on the U-Haul about two hours into the drive. Then when I got here I realized I’d packed the new house keys in the trailer. I had to unload some of the boxes on the driveway until I found the one they were in. I don’t have any food in the house and I was starving. So I drove here, remembering there was a restaurant on this corner, and just as I pulled in, my check engine light came on.”

  Shit. That was a bad day.

  “Damn.”

  “Yeah, but, honestly, it doesn’t seem near as bad now.” His eyes locked on mine and a flutter of something came to life in my stomach when he smiled at me again. “Everything looks a little better on a full stomach. You know?”

  He sure as hell looked better to me on a full stomach.

  Just before I let those exact words slip from my mouth, Diana called from the kitchen.

  “You two doing all right out there?”

  “Yes, that was amazing,” Vaughn answered.

  “Diana, this is Vaughn. He’s the new dentist, and he’s moving into the old Robinson place, right?” I knew that was right because I’d seen the for sale sign was gone from the yard the other day and hadn’t heard of anyone else buying it. It was the last house in town on the road out to our place. I loved that house, but it was going to need a lot of work.

  “I guess. It’s the house just south of town on this street.”

  Diana came over to shake his hand and clean up our plates. “Well, it’s nice to meet ‘cha. Welcome to Wynne. I’m Diana. I’m always open ‘til eight, but I usually shut the kitchen down at seven, seven thirty. We’re closed on Mondays and only open from eleven to five on Sunday. You can always call something in if you’re running behind.”

  “I appreciate it, thank you. I’ll remember that,” he said, his voice calmer than it had been before. “By the way, that was incredible. I’m sure you’ll see a lot of me.” He was much more charming once he ate a meal and stopped to catch his breath—even after his shitty day.

  Diana blushed and waved a hand at him.

  “You have my ticket, Di? I’ll settle up with you,” I said, knowing she wanted to get the hell out of there. She had a new grandbaby at home, and since her daughter, Faith, was now living with her, she probably had a ton of things to do before she even sat down herself.

  “No. Honey, your daddy got yours earlier when he and Dean were in. Dean said he was probably gonna clean up and head down to Sally’s or The Tap. You ought to go down. I think there’s a band somewhere tonight.”

  Although that sounded fun—or as much fun as was possible on a Saturday night in a small town, population 3,400—I was ready to take my shoes off and just have a beer in the garage at my workbench.

  “Not tonight, I’m licked.” For those of you not from Wynne, that means tired, but in that moment I knew what I’d said and who I’d said it in front of. I quickly glanced to the man I’d only known for about thirty minutes and fire burned under my embarrassed cheeks. “I’m tired,” I corrected in case he thought I’d meant somethin
g else.

  He failed at hiding his amusement, but didn’t laugh at me, which I appreciated.

  In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I was rough around the edges for a chick. I always had been. I was raised by my grandpa and dad, in a town where kids didn’t go to the arcade, they went to a creek. Where we didn’t go to the beach and get a tan, we bailed hay for the neighbor and got burned. I barely wore makeup, and most days my hair air-dried from my rolled down truck window on the way to the shop.

  I only dated one guy in high school, and he turned out to be a real ass, which was okay because the poor dope was as bald as a knob and his wife slept around on him with the bartender at The Tap. Other than him, I’d had my share of hits and misses, but nothing major. The dating pool in Wynne was shallow, a lot like the gene pool.

  I could out-fish any man in our county. Clean my catch twice as fast.

  It was known that I could change a tire faster than Dean, when push came to shove.

  I even killed all my own spiders, and I wasn’t afraid of the dark.

  Yet, there in Diana’s diner, I was blushing like a Barbie doll because I said the word licked in front of a man whose face I couldn’t quit staring at. I’d be lying if I said saying it hadn’t brought up certain explicit images in my mind.

  Simply put, I was a bit hard up and it had been awhile. A long while. I needed to get out of there before I really made an ass of myself.

  In my reverie, I’d missed what Vaughn and Diana were saying. My thoughts had drowned out their words. I got up and headed for the door.

  “I’ll see you Tuesday, Diana. Nice to meet you, Vaughn,” I said as I stepped out into the warm spring night about to cross the street to my old pickup truck.

  Before I knew it Vaughn was outside, too, saying, “Hey, you said you worked over there. You think they’d be able to take a look at my Escalade next week? Like I said, the check engine light just came on. Hopefully it isn’t anything major, it’s not that old, but I need to get it checked.”

  I turned around and walked backwards, not wanting to stop in the middle of the street, but not wanting to be rude.