up even earlier since I also need to drop my car off at the shop. I go to the counter and grab the bundle of flowers I bought yesterday, and head out to my car.
I don’t even get the chance to pull into the cemetery gates before I start sliding and crash into it. “Shit!” I shout at myself.
I get out of my car, bundled up in my coat and mittens, and go inspect the damage. Should have gotten winter tires way before now. Such an idiot. Sighing and kicking my car, I grab my cell phone out of my purse that’s sitting in the passenger seat.
“Angel’s,” the voice on the phone answers as I put the phone to my ear. Huh, that was fast. Not even a full ring.
“Hey, um, I have an appointment this morning with Jasper to change my tires and all that. However, I just crashed my car. Any way I can get a tow?”
“You betcha, just hang on and I’ll send someone out right away. Where are you at?” This girl is bubbly. Holy moly is she bubbly! It’s only seven in the morning; it should be illegal.
I tell her I’m at the Cemetery, and she says someone will be here to grab me in a few minutes. I put my phone back into my purse and call my work, letting them know there is a slight chance I’ll be a little late.
Before I finish my call, I hear a truck coming down the road. I look up and freeze. Inside the tow truck is Mason.
He climbs down from the truck, and looks at me without speaking, as a muscle in his jaw ticks. “Why are you here?”
I frown at him. “Placing flowers.”
“You the one putting ugly ass flowers my wife hates on her grave?” he asks.
“Um...” Shit, he is not happy. He is irritated at me. I can feel the anger pouring off him. He cracks his neck, and my stomach drops. I don’t like the way he is scowling at me. At the same time, as scary as he appears, he is also hot. He has on dark denim jeans with a few holes around the pockets from wear, and a dark, long-sleeved tee under his cut. He scratches his beard in thought as I take all of him in. I don’t know if I want to run or chance kissing him again. I should run away and stop having these thoughts about him, but I can’t help the attraction I feel.
He walks around me, looking in my car, then opens the door and takes a bundle of flowers out. Before I can ask him what the hell he’s doing, he takes them and tosses them across the street. The glass vase they were in smashes, pieces of it flying everywhere.
“Oh my word! Why would you do that? Do you not think of children, ever? What if some kids are playing and they step on it, huh? Or they fall down and cut their hands, arms, or legs, or hell, their faces!? It would be your fault. How dare you!” I shout at him. I know he is angry, but this… I wasn’t expecting this reaction over some flowers. I thought he might yell at me or something, but to destroy my property... Jerk!
“It will get cleaned up, but don’t ever fuckin’ come here again,” he growls at me.
I place my hands on my hips. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do, you jerk! It’s a free country. Plus, not sure if you noticed the graves beside your wife’s, but those are my grandparents’.” I also point to the other bundle of flowers I have in my car. I was actually going to use the flowers of the bundle he threw to spread across my parents’ graves, too, but I don’t feel the need to just randomly blurt out about my parents being dead, too. Don’t need that sympathy. “You threw the wrong flowers, asshole. Thanks a lot.” I snarl at him. “You think you are the only person who has ever lost someone they loved. Well, think again… you aren’t the only person on the planet that knows what loss is!”
His face loses his nasty glare, and he just stares at me in shock.
“Hitch my car up, you asshole, and on the way to the shop, don’t even bother talking to me, not unless you want me to gouge your eyes out with my nails.” I stomp around him and get into the passenger side of his tow truck.
I don’t even get the chance to pull into the cemetery gates before I start sliding and crash into it. “Shit!” I shout at myself.
I get out of my car, bundled up in my coat and mittens, and go inspect the damage. Should have gotten winter tires way before now. Such an idiot. Sighing and kicking my car, I grab my cell phone out of my purse that’s sitting in the passenger seat.
“Angel’s,” the voice on the phone answers as I put the phone to my ear. Huh, that was fast. Not even a full ring.
“Hey, um, I have an appointment this morning with Jasper to change my tires and all that. However, I just crashed my car. Any way I can get a tow?”
“You betcha, just hang on and I’ll send someone out right away. Where are you at?” This girl is bubbly. Holy moly is she bubbly! It’s only seven in the morning; it should be illegal.
I tell her I’m at the Cemetery, and she says someone will be here to grab me in a few minutes. I put my phone back into my purse and call my work, letting them know there is a slight chance I’ll be a little late.
Before I finish my call, I hear a truck coming down the road. I look up and freeze. Inside the tow truck is Mason.
He climbs down from the truck, and looks at me without speaking, as a muscle in his jaw ticks. “Why are you here?”
I frown at him. “Placing flowers.”
“You the one putting ugly ass flowers my wife hates on her grave?” he asks.
“Um...” Shit, he is not happy. He is irritated at me. I can feel the anger pouring off him. He cracks his neck, and my stomach drops. I don’t like the way he is scowling at me. At the same time, as scary as he appears, he is also hot. He has on dark denim jeans with a few holes around the pockets from wear, and a dark, long-sleeved tee under his cut. He scratches his beard in thought as I take all of him in. I don’t know if I want to run or chance kissing him again. I should run away and stop having these thoughts about him, but I can’t help the attraction I feel.
He walks around me, looking in my car, then opens the door and takes a bundle of flowers out. Before I can ask him what the hell he’s doing, he takes them and tosses them across the street. The glass vase they were in smashes, pieces of it flying everywhere.
“Oh my word! Why would you do that? Do you not think of children, ever? What if some kids are playing and they step on it, huh? Or they fall down and cut their hands, arms, or legs, or hell, their faces!? It would be your fault. How dare you!” I shout at him. I know he is angry, but this… I wasn’t expecting this reaction over some flowers. I thought he might yell at me or something, but to destroy my property... Jerk!
“It will get cleaned up, but don’t ever fuckin’ come here again,” he growls at me.
I place my hands on my hips. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do, you jerk! It’s a free country. Plus, not sure if you noticed the graves beside your wife’s, but those are my grandparents’.” I also point to the other bundle of flowers I have in my car. I was actually going to use the flowers of the bundle he threw to spread across my parents’ graves, too, but I don’t feel the need to just randomly blurt out about my parents being dead, too. Don’t need that sympathy. “You threw the wrong flowers, asshole. Thanks a lot.” I snarl at him. “You think you are the only person who has ever lost someone they loved. Well, think again… you aren’t the only person on the planet that knows what loss is!”
His face loses his nasty glare, and he just stares at me in shock.
“Hitch my car up, you asshole, and on the way to the shop, don’t even bother talking to me, not unless you want me to gouge your eyes out with my nails.” I stomp around him and get into the passenger side of his tow truck.
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