A Broken Forever(28)

"Going with where?" He asked the question the two men were clearly wondering.

"Let me change and then I'm going to the shop with you and I will wait there for my car."

Pudgy decided it was finally time for him to speak up, "You don't have to do that, ma'am. We'll take good care of your car and make sure it is returned back to you in a timely manner."

"I have no doubt, but I'm not going to just let you take my car without me."

"Honest ma'am, it will be just fine."

"Greyson, what do you mean you need to get dressed?" Stefan asked, finally piping in.

"I ran down in my pajamas when I realized my car was about to be towed."



       
         
       
        

A large frustrated breath exhaled into the phone before he answered. "Give her ten minutes to change into something else and let her go with. Can you get ready that quickly, Grey?"

"Yep," I called out before handing the phone over and charging back into my apartment.

Immediately, I opened my drawers and pulled out the first pair of denim dark faded short shorts my fingers came in contact with. Next I looked for a top and came across my orange and navy stripped flowy tank top with a fun open back with twists of color across it, and brown goddess sandals. After looking in the mirror for a moment I decided to brush my hair and leave it in a messy bun at the top of my head with a pair of bug eye glasses resting on top. With a minute to spare I applied a little mascara, brushed my teeth, and then grabbed my phone and purse before hurrying back down. Smoker had another cigarette in his mouth while he waited for me. With a single nod of his head toward the truck I hopped into the middle of the seat and was ready for a long day of waiting around for my car.

"Gum?" Pudgy asked holding out a pack to me.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes please, thank you." I slipped the gum into my mouth and chewed merrily on the way to their shop.



The auto shop was small, clean, and smelt of car fresheners. A little seating area off to the side had a stack of old magazines, a coffee pot and a candy machine filled with M&M, Skittles and Runts. Pudgy showed me the space and just about tackled me when I went for a cup of coffee.

"Trust me, ma'am, you ain't gonna want that stuff."

"Oh, thanks," I replied, suddenly craving a giant cup of coffee, making me wonder if it was as bad as he made it sound.

"No problem, it usually is hot and fresh, but Frank's kid is working here part time now and she don't know how to make a cup of coffee."

I made a clicking sound with my tongue as I shook my head back and forth. "She better learn soon, someday it will be what keeps her alive."

He chuckled. "Don't I know it." He pointed to a little fridge under the counter. "There are some little bottles of water in there, help yourself."

"Thank you."

"Not a problem, we'll get you a diagnosis of what all is wrong as soon as we take a look."

"Alright, well, I don't know if Stefan said this, but thank you very much for doing this."

"Yep," he answered with a smile before walking off. As much as I wanted a cup of coffee, I decided to heed his warning and settled on the water. I picked up an old copy of People magazine and settled in.

Only twenty minutes passed when I saw someone walking towards me out of my peripheral vision. Looking up I expected to see Frank or Pudgy, but stopped breathing when I realized it was none other than Stefan. This man was good looking and knew it; he walked with purpose and pure confidence that would naturally draw anyone's eyes to him. 

Unfortunately, I was no exception. As he strode toward me my eyes scanned over his dark wash jeans, white button-up and navy sports blazer. He somehow made a simple outfit look so incredibly perfect on his tall, toned body. When I finally tore my eyes away from his body I looked to his face and immediately regretted it. A fresh shadow of a beard covered the lower half of his face, surrounding his pink full lips and drawing particular attention to the Adam's apple of his neck.

Just when I thought I couldn't melt anymore by the sight, I caught a glimpse of the rest of him; his dark hair was gelled back in a way that made it look like no care was put into it but it still looked like sheer perfection. A single strand of hair fell against his forehead, leading down into his dark blue eyes that were once again lit with amusement. I wished he didn't always look so damn cocky every time I saw him. Even more I wished the sight of him repulsed me and didn't light a fire deep within the depths of my heart.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as he flashed a breathtaking smile, revealing his perfectly whitened teeth.