She pointed to the parking lot across the street. “Just over there.”
“Bruce, where’s your portable jump pack?”
Bruce grabbed it from the back room and handed it to Hatch.
Hatch smiled at the woman and nodded. “I’ll follow you.”
“Thank you.”
“Be back, Bruce.” Hatch nodded to the clipboard on the desk. “Sign off on the delivery so I can get out of here, yeah?”
“No problem, Hatch.”
Hatch followed the woman to her car and she popped the hood, sliding inside the car to start it. After hooking up the jumper cables, he called out, “Okay, turn the key.”
After several tries, they were still unable to get the Lexus going. She joined him at the front of the car with a sigh. “It’s not the battery, is it?”
“Nope.” He dipped his head further inside and checked all the cables before facing her. “Do you mind if I check your fuse?”
“I don’t know where that is, but sure.”
He opened the front door, pried open the fuse panel and pulled out the troublesome little buggar. “Your ignition fuse is blown.”
“Crap,” she said. “Please tell me you have one in the shop.”
“It’s my buddy’s shop, so I’m not sure, but give me a minute and I’ll find out.”
She nodded and Hatch called Bruce. “Hey man, you bang her yet?”
Hatch turned away from the woman with a scowl. “Shut the fuck up, asshole. She’s got a blown fuse. You got one over there or not?”
“Depends on what car.”
“Ma’am?” Hatch asked. “Your car’s a 2015, right?”
“Maisie.”
“Sorry?”
She smiled. “My name’s Maisie. I’d rather that than ‘ma’am,’ and yes, my car is a 2015.”
Hatch forced himself not to react to the fuckin’ sexy ass name attached to the fuckin’ sexy ass woman as he rattled off the information to Bruce. But hell if he wouldn’t be conjurin’ up her image as he fucked some other pussy later on that night, wishin’ her sexy-ass voice was callin’ his name as she came.
“Yeah, I think I got one,” Bruce said. “Let me find it and I’ll bring it by.”
Hatch hung up and slid his phone in his pocket. He closed the hood of the car and turned to Maisie. “Bruce is lookin’ for your part and then we’ll get you on your way.”
“Thank you.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Despite her obvious politeness and confidence, there was a sadness about her. “You’ve kind of been my knight in shining armor today, I must say. I’ll just give Triple A a ring and cancel.”
Hatch nodded and she pulled out her cell phone, canceling the truck just as Bruce jogged over, part in hand. Hatch replaced the fuse and Maisie’s car started without issue.
“You’re all set,” Hatch said.
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?”
“Sixt—” Bruce started to say.
“Nothin’,” Hatch interrupted.
“You deserve to be paid for your time,” Maisie countered.
“It’s all good,” he said. “Just drive carefully.”
“Well, thank you, Mr. Hatch... and, ah, Bruce is it?” she said.
Bruce’s head bobbed up and down like the douchebag he was, but Maisie didn’t seem to notice, her million-dollar smile back on her face. “Thank you again.”
She climbed in her car and took off, giving them a sexy little wave as she headed toward the freeway.
“Fuck me, that woman was fine,” Bruce sang out.
“Shut the hell up, Bruce,” Hatch ground out.
“You gonna pay for that part?”
“Yeah, man, I’ll pay for the fucking part.”
They headed back to the shop where Hatch grabbed his shit, climbed on his Harley, and headed for the only place he could get the beautiful woman out of his head.
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