Taking Whatever He Wants: The Cline Brothers of Colorado Read Free Page B

well, I’m glad Brent lent me his truck,” she replied.
    I tried not to feel the fucking sting of bitterness but I did. I wondered if he got it in one more time before he left this morning. I scrunched my nose at the thought. Fuck, I didn’t want to think about her with anyone but me, but I didn’t even have the right to want her.
    “I have to go, but someone will tow this back to the shop and let you know what will happen by this evening.” I walked away without a goodbye.
    The moment I hit the road I could breathe again. Jack was definitely getting the job. I couldn’t go near Miss Perfection. Fuck, I just realized Jack was single. He wasn’t a good candidate either. That motherfucker would love to get to know her. I thought about the other possibilities, but everyone was too busy with their individualized jobs. It was either me or Jack.
    When I got back to the shop, I sent Ricky and Phil to go and tow the car back really quick. I tossed my keys on my desk and went to find Jack. He was sitting at the computer on the main floor. “Looking for something in particular?”
    “Yeah, your brains. What the hell? We have too much on the plate today. You know that we already have a full week.”
    “Then maybe your ass should work harder.”
    “Or maybe you could hire another couple of mechanics. Joe and Davis are working on the bikes and when we’re not covered in paperwork or under the hoods of cars we have to get to the bikes.”
    “Don’t give me shit. I thought you were looking into hiring? I remember you saying you’d handle it.”
    He gave me a look like we already had this conversation and then it hit me; we did. “I did. I have three possibilities, but you said to wait until you could review them. One’s already taken a job elsewhere and the other two are on the verge.”
    My mind was too lost in Sonya to think straight or to tolerate reasonable questions. Maybe time and distance would fix that. “Fine, just hire them on a probationary period.”
    “Cool. I’ll go make the calls.”
    I stepped into my office and ran through all the projects lined up today. There was a fucking boat load and heaven knew there would be a couple of tire repairs coming in. There always was. After about twenty minutes of looking for the parts for Sonya’s car, I headed out on the floor to check on everyone. I had to get under the hood of a classic ‘67 Chevelle for a tune up and it was going to take hours, but the owner only wanted me touching his baby.
    I heard Jack whistle for me. Turning my head away from the engine, I saw him walking away from Sonya’s car. “So do you want me to handle the axle repair or are you on it?” he asked.
    “I can handle it,” I replied, wiping my hands with a rag. I didn’t want to touch her car, but something about him fixing it for her bothered me. At least I won’t deliver it. I’ll let Jack do that tomorrow.
    “Are you sure? I know you’re busy.”
    “Yeah, so are you. Anything on the new guys?”
    “Yep. They’ll be here tonight. I’m thinking we start them off as tire guys and see how they do. They’re both fresh out of school, so I want to feel them out.”
    “Sure, sounds like a plan. Maybe have them do an oil change or two.”
    “Okay, boss. Excuse me, but I have a sweet Harley I have to customize.” Lucky Bastard.
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    I poured myself a cup of coffee in my mother’s kitchen. Looking out the window, the clouds were looming in the sky. I knew that we were due for a heavy storm, but I didn’t care. Something felt different in me. I was missing something in my life.
    “What’s wrong, Shane?” My dad walked up to pour himself another cup.
    “Nothing, Pops,” I said, keeping my eyes trained to the sky. I was thinking about Sonya and what I was going to do.
    “Are you worried about Will?” Yeah, how he’d react to me breaking my promise. I worried about him a lot. We were in our prime when we he got horned. He wasn’t a player or a ladies’ man, but he did