I’m startled out of my sadness when Sawyer stops abruptly; grabbing my arm he pulls me against him. I stand frozen for a second, not understanding what’s happenin’, but once my brain registers the embrace I can do nothing else but wrap my arms around his hard, warm body and take his comfort. And boy what a comfort it is. His heat envelopes me and warms me from the inside out. His delicious masculine scent penetrates my senses. My head rests against his hard chest, right over his strong and steady heartbeat. But best of all are his strong arms wrapped around me, makin’ me feel safe. A feeling I haven’t felt in three years.
Tears sting my eyes and my throat begins to feel tight from his affection. It’s been a long time since I’ve received genuine comfort like this, well except from Mac. But this was different. Way different!
Sawyer eventually pulls back but stays close; he cups either side of my face right under my jaw. I try really hard to keep my tears at bay, not wanting them to fall, as I stare into his dark green eyes that shine with sincerity. “I’m real fucking sorry about your mom, Grace. I want you to know that you can always call me anytime you ever need anything, doesn’t matter what time it is I’ll always come.”
My heart swells at his kind words. “Why?”
“Because you’re my friend, and I take care of what’s mine.”
Without me wanting it to a tear slips free, but before it can fall down my face Sawyer catches it with his thumb. I don’t know what to say or how to take his sudden affection. I’m a little scared to accept it because I’m used to bein’ let down. But something about the way he’s lookin’ at me makes me believe him. Makes me believe that he wouldn’t let me down, and that, if I did in fact need him, he would come.
“All right, thank you.”
He nods, then leans down and kisses the top of my head. The simple gesture is almost enough to make me breakdown. Slinging his arm around my neck, he starts us moving again and lightens the mood by asking another question. “What’s your favorite pie?”
I smile, thinking of my answer. “Grace’s First Kiss Pie.”
I feel him tense next to me. “I’m not sure I want to know why it’s called that.”
I laugh at his teasin’. “It’s exactly why it’s called that. My Mama created it, after my first kiss, when I came home and told her all about it. It’s a graham cracker crust with raspberries, whip cream and chocolate, because it was a sweet kiss. She even made little heart shapes with the dough on the top.”
Sawyer grunts, “Sounds like a sissy kiss to me.”
I roll my eyes and giggle.
Disappointment strikes deep when we turn on my street. I actually enjoyed talkin’ with Sawyer; it was nice to have company on my walk home. One of the things I like about bein’ at the diner so much is I’m always around people. Being alone gets old real fast.
That thought makes me think about the letter I sent a week ago, that I’m hopin’ to hear back from soon.
As we walk up to my driveway Sawyer brings me out of my depressing thoughts, “This is where you live?” I watch him assess the old house that’s still in reasonable shape.
“Yeah it’s Mac’s. He lets me rent it for cheap. I’m pretty sure too cheap since he’s supposed to be garnishin’ it off my wages, but my checks always seem to be all the hours I work. Anytime I bring it up he gets all grumpy, so I let it drop and just appreciate it.”
When he says nothin’ I look at him, he’s watching me again with an expression I can’t decipher. “Give me your phone,” he demands, putting his hand out.
“Have you ever heard the word please?” I mumble, before reachin’ in my purse to grab my cell.
He’s smiling when I hand it to him. I watch him and assume he’s entering his number in my contacts. A minute later he hands it back, “There, now you have my number and I have yours.”
I grab the phone and see he sent himself a text. I laugh at the contact name he made himself: ‘Sexy Sawyer.’
“You, Sawyer Evans, have the biggest ego of anyone I’ve ever met.”
Although, I would have a big ego too if I were as beautiful as he is.
He gives me a panty droppin’ grin. “Not ego, baby, just confidence.”
Shaking my head I smile, “Goodbye, Sexy Sawyer. Thank you for walkin’ me home. I enjoyed talkin’ with ya.”
Before I can walk away he grabs my arm, stopping me. When I peer up at him, his expression is serious again. “I mean it, Grace. Call me anytime and I’ll come, no matter what.”
My throat starts to feel tight again, so I just nod my head instead of answering him and begin to walk up the front steps.
“See you tomorrow,” he calls out at my back.
With my hand on the doorknob, I turn around and raise my eyebrows in question at him, “How do you know if I work tomorrow or not?”
“Because I know everything, Cupcake.” With that arrogant remark he gives me a wink and walks away, taking all his confidence and sexiness with him. It leaves me with a big, silly smile on my face.
I can’t stop the big, dumb fucking smile that’s plastered on my face while I walk back to my truck. Oh yes, I will be seeing her tomorrow and everyday after that if I have anything to say about it. I’m left with way more questions then what I had before. It’s nothing but a mind-fuck to figure chicks out. Pleasuring them? Not a fucking problem. But understanding them is something I have no fucking clue about. But this woman makes me want to figure her out. I’m starting to realize there are many sides to her. She’s beautiful, sweet and sassy. I love that I can make her laugh because, most days, those beautiful, warm amber eyes of hers are full of pain and loneliness, which causes my chest to pull tight. When I saw her sweet-talking that homely looking dog, as if he was going to answer her back, I wanted to chuckle. But then she made that comment about family, and the sad note in her voice makes me want to fucking kill whoever put it there. Grace makes me feel shit no one else ever has. She raises every protective instinct inside of me. That chick is full of secrets, and I am going to find out every single one of them, no matter how long it takes.
I badly wanted to kiss those sad, pouty fucking lips of hers tonight when I held her. But I know she’s not ready yet, and to be honest, I’m not sure I am either. I promised Julia I would be sure before I made that move, and I will keep that promise.
Suddenly my phone dings with a text, pulling me from my thoughts. I grab it out of my pocket and that big, dumb fucking smile comes back full-force when I see who it’s from.
Cupcake: Thanks again for walkin’ me home, Sexy Sawyer. Let me know when you make it to your truck so I know you got there safely. :)
I shake my head.
Sawyer: Cupcake, the thought is sweet but I’m a major badass. Believe me, I will make it to my truck safe and sound. But I know you just wanted an excuse to text me. Miss me already?
My phone dings again a second later.
Cupcake: Ha, in your dreams, Evans! Seriously, how do you manage to carry that big head of yours around?
I chuckle; yeah she can be fucking sassy.
Sawyer: I’ve got big shoulders, baby.
Cupcake: Eye roll
Sawyer: Sweet dreams, Cupcake; I know you will be dreaming about me.
Anticipation kills me while I wait to see what she texts back. I start to think she’s not going to, but then a few minutes later it dings:
Cupcake: Maybe! ;)
I suck in a sharp breath at her response, and my dick turns to steel. Oh fuck, do I want to go back over there and make that text a reality. I get pulled from the thought when I come up to my truck and see Jenny standing by it, waiting for me.
Fucking great! This chick is really starting to get on my damn nerves. She’s a goddamn persistent one. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about fucking her. I like to fuck, a lot and often, but Cooper warned me about her early on. And, since meeting Grace, no one interests me. Which is why I need to figure out what I want to do about that, because two months is a long fucking dry spell for me.
Standing straight, she shoves her fake tits out when she sees me approach. “Hi, Sawyer.”
I want to cover my ears at her screechy voice. “Hi, Jenny.”
I’m not rude but I’m not too polite either. I’ve been nice for weeks while I’ve kept brushing her off, but she’s not taking the fucking hint.
“Where were you just now?” she asks suspiciously.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I walked a friend of mine home.”
She sneers Grace’s name, which jacks up my irritation another notch. “Yup,” I answer as I walk around her, opening my truck door.
“Really? That surprises me.”
I tense and stop from getting into the truck, my annoyance turning to anger, “Oh? And why would that surprise you?”
She scoffs like the stuck-up bitch that she is, “Come on, Sawyer, you know exactly what it means. She isn’t the kind of girl that fits in with our type. She’s pathetic; the girl doesn’t even own a car. From what I hear, Mac pretty much found her on the street and gave her a place to live.”