I can have a pretty bad fucking temper when I’m pushed, and right now this bitch is hitting it close. Fear washes out her smug look when I slam my truck door and stalk towards her, “Be careful, Jenny. I’ve been real fucking lenient with you lately for not taking a damn hint. But if you so much as breathe an ignorant word like that about Grace again… we are going to have major fucking problems. Do you understand?”
She swallows nervously and shrugs. “Just stating what I’ve heard. If you want to get messed up in that, that’s your choice.”
Thankfully she stomps away, because I have never been so close to hitting a fucking chick before than I am right now. Getting in my truck I slam the door a little too harshly.
Mac pretty much found her on the street.
I don’t know what’s happened to Grace but I promise right fucking now, no one will be fucking with her again, or so help them…
I still can’t believe it, after all this time, I am going to meet my father this Friday night. The phone call I received from his assistant today, asking if I would meet him at a small swanky restaurant in Charleston, was a relief and a shock. I’ve been trying to work up the courage for this meeting for almost two years. I finally bit the bullet and sent him a letter a week ago, since I was too scared of his rejection in person. But he didn’t reject me; he wants to meet me…
Mac’s coughing and wheezing brings me out of my anxious thoughts. Looking over at the clock I see it’s nine pm. “Mac, go home. Seriously I got this. Things are slow and we’re only open for another hour. I can handle this on my own.”
I can tell he’s debating it. “I don’t like leaving you alone here at night.”
“I’ll be fine, Sawyer is gonna be comin’ in soon and walkin’ me home, so I won’t be on my own for long.” That thought has my stomach doing somersaults. It will be the third night in a row that he’s come in after work to walk me home. And every night he leaves me with a big smile on my face and an ache between my legs that I desperately want him to take care of.
I never thought a guy like Sawyer could be into me. Not because I think I’m ugly or anythin’, but the girls I picture Sawyer with are probably exceptionally beautiful, like he is. They stand out in a crowd and look like they belong in the movies, not someone as plain-Jane as me. I know he’s a big flirt, and it’s no secret he spends time with a lot of women. But somethin’ about the way he looks at me makes me feel like maybe he does feels differently about me. Like maybe he feels this connection just as much as I do.
I look back at Mac again when he has another coughin’ fit and point my finger at him. “Go home and sleep. That’s an order.” I firmly mimic the words back to him that he used on me the other day.
He grunts, “All right fine, thank you, darlin’. Call me if you need anything and I’ll come right back.”
I wave him away, “I’ll be fine.”
He mumbles something intangible and heads out the back door.
Soon I’m walking back out front, with dread sinking in my stomach. Mac didn’t see the three high school guys come in and sit in the very back corner. They only ordered coffee and pie. They’re cocky little jerks, and I’m pretty sure they were drinkin’ before they came in here. All of them have the same football jackets and wear clothes that cost more than my entire wardrobe.
I really hate confrontations but I have a feelin’ it’s going to come to that soon, if the blonde guy puts his hands on me inappropriately again.
“Hey, sweet ass, I need more coffee,” Blondie yells out. His two friends laugh as if what he just said was so hilarious. Clearly he’s the leader of the group.
I grab their bill and walk over. “Sorry, boys, but we’re closin’ early. You’re gonna have to pay your bill and leave.”
I lay the bill on their table. “Aw come on now, don’t be like that, baby, give us some more coffee,” the blonde guy replies, putting his hand on my bare leg, trying to shove it under my waitress dress.
I slap his hand away and step back. “Don’t touch me! This ain’t no bar, it’s a diner. You need to pay your bill now and leave!”
My heart is pounding so loud it’s all I can hear. I try to hide the fact that I’m shaking so they don’t know they have intimidated me.
The blonde guy pulls out a bunch of bills and throws them on the floor. “Here, bitch, and there’s a little extra in there for you so you can suck my dick.”
They laugh again. I’m about to kneel down, to pick up the money, but instead I’m shoved to the side. The blonde guy is suddenly on his hands and knees in front of me, being held down by his neck, from a very pissed off Sawyer.
“Pick up the fucking money and hand it to her nicely.”
“Fuck you, man! Mind your own business.”
Sawyer shoves the kid’s face into the floor. I hear a little crunch that makes the boy yell out in pain. “I’m not into beating the shit out of kids, but I will make a fucking exception if you don’t pick up the money and hand it to her nicely.”
The two other boys start to get up but Sawyer snaps his furious gaze on them. “Whatever you’re thinking, rethink it.”
They sit back down timidly.
I’ve never seen this side of Sawyer before, and holy moly is it frightenin’! He even gives Jaxson a run for his money in the temper department.
“It’s all right, Sawyer,” I say shakily. I don’t want him gettin’ into trouble for helpin’ me.
“No, it’s not. He’s going to fucking pick it up and give it you nicely, or I am going to rip his dick off and shove it down his own throat since he wants it in someone’s mouth so fucking bad.” Sawyer leans closer, “What’s it going to be, kid?”
Blondie grabs the money and hands it to me timidly. “Now fucking apologize to her.”
When the kid doesn’t saying anything Sawyer knees him in the stomach, making him hunch over further.
“That’s the last time I’m going to be gentle…”
“I’m sorry,” the kid wheezes out.
Sawyer halls him up to his feet and gets in his face. “If you little assholes come in here again, and give her any problems, I will fucking hunt every one of you little shits down. I’ll work you over so bad you won’t be able to even hold a fucking football, let alone play it. Got it?”
All three of them nod their heads. “Good. Now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind.”
They rush out of the restaurant without looking back. I walk over to their table and start stacking their plates. My hands are shaking so violently I’m surprised I can grasp anything at all.
“You all right, Cupcake?” Sawyer asks softly, coming up beside me. He swipes his thumb across my wet cheek, and that’s when I realize I’m cryin’, which makes me mad I let them get to me.
I swipe at my tears angrily with the back of my hand, “Yeah I’m fine. I just hate confrontations.” A plate drops from my trembling hand and smashes on the floor.
“Shit!” Before I can bend down to pick up the big pieces, Sawyer pulls me against him, and wraps his arms around me. His warm strength has me breakin’ down. “Thank you for standin’ up for me,” I cry into his chest.
He rubs his hand up and down my trembling back. “You don’t need to thank me, Grace. I told you I take care of what’s mine.” He holds me for another minute before he says, “Come on. I’ll help you clean up.”
I shake my head, “No I’m fine; I can do it. Go on and sit down, I’ll get you some coffee and pie. It won’t take me long, then I’ll close up a few minutes early.”
He sits at the counter and I grab him a piece of today’s pie along with a cup of coffee.
“What’s this one called?” he asks before digging in.
I smile and start cleaning up the broken plate. “It’s called Baby Love Pie.” I look back to see him staring at me in question. “It’s an old recipe. My Mama made it when she found out she was pregnant with me.” Looking away, I clear my throat and start to feel uncomfortable to tell Sawyer this story, but I tread on, “When my daddy left her, after findin’ out about me, she said she was still madly in love with me and wouldn’t trade me for anythin’ else in the world. That night she created this pie and decided to call it Baby Love Pie.”
After I pick up the broken plate and wipe down the table I come to stand in front of Sawyer, behind the counter. I feel his gaze trained on me, but I keep my head down and tell him something that I haven’t shared with anyone except Kayla and Julia. “I’ve never met my dad. The whole reason I came here is because he lives in Charleston. I’ve been nervous to contact him because I am scared of his rejection.” I shrug, “I’m not sure what he is gonna think about me, he’s kinda a big deal, and I know he has his own family. But I finally sucked it up and sent him a letter a week ago.” I let out a heavy breath, “Today his assistant called me, tellin’ me he wants to meet me Friday night for supper. He’s sendin’ his driver for me.” I look up and smile at him, “I guess I was worryin’ all this time for nothin’.”