“Oh hell,” he murmured under his breath. He was jumping ahead, wasn’t he? He hadn’t even won the girl back.
When he arrived in town last night, he believed working with his dad would assist him in figuring this all out. Something about a tool in his hand always helped him sort out his thoughts, but he hadn’t expected his dad to send him straight to Eastyn first thing.
He pursed his lips and grabbed another tool. He would ring Sully tonight when he thought everything through. He needed a change is all. He just didn’t know exactly what that entailed. Other than he wanted Eastyn back in his life if she would have him. Lying in his bed last night, he contemplated not going back on the road. If he decided that, what would he do with his life? He couldn’t just hide out in his old room at his parents’ house. He needed a job, but his resume lacked in that department. There weren’t many callings for …
Standing on the ladder, he reached for the screwdriver. He’d have to take the faulty sign down to work on it. Neon sign tubing could be tricky.
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The jukebox turned on in the other room and she cringed when she realized what record the darn machine had chosen to play. The lead singer of the Somethin’ Smith and The Redheads belted out the lyrics to It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie.
WIP (Eastyn’s POV) Last week we ended with Drake asking Eastyn to turn off the circuit to the sign to her soda shop so he could work on it. Snippet: Through the large window she could see him heading toward a truck parked at the curb. He must have borrowed it from his dad since the business’ logo was displayed on the side door. She hurried back to the kitchen as the turmoil of emotions assailed. She wanted to scream or hit him… or maybe she just wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and breath him in as …
His hands were in his pockets and his eyes said so much, longing and sorrowful and…unsure. Of her? Of being here? She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.
“It’s really great to see you,” he told her, and his voice sounded heavy with emotion but before she could decipher what it meant, he turned and headed back outside.
“Let’s put you to work.” She took a deep breath and squared he shoulders and walked by him and his musky scent teased her senses. She gritted her teeth as her feet hurried toward the front door just to put some distance between them.
“My sign out front isn’t lighting up properly,” she said when he caught up with her.
“Why else would a successful rock star come home to use those hands for fixin’ instead of strummin’ a guitar? Hmm?” she challenged.
“Don’t you need to tune a guitar or kiss a starlet or something?”
Oh hell, why did she go there? Snarky nattering wasn’t the conversation she wanted to have with him even if he deserved it. Pettiness had never been her style and she’d made peace with her decision to put Drake Tennyson behind her and move on or at least it had been the plan. However, with the past standing in her kitchen and staring her in the eye, all those feelings of hurt and betrayal bubbled to the surface as if five years had never happened. Her eyes shifted to the worktable and she reached for the flour and then rearranged the other ingredients for the chocolate chip muffins for the third time. The recipe sat to the side with her scribbles and suggestions, but how could she concentrate when Drake stood there, looking all kinds of yummy in his work clothes, and with his dreamy eyes focused on her like she was some morsel he’d like to devour.
