“Put an advert in the paper or online,” I suggested. “You’d be surprised by how many professional receptionists are out there who need a good job.”
“I don’t think I have any other choice,” he said with a sigh. “We can’t watch the reception all the time ’cause we’re workin’ on cars, so people who come in and wait without service get fed up and leave. In this day and age, I can’t afford to lose costumers, especially since we bought the lot next door last year and had everythin’ renovated into one large shop. I’ve so much paperwork that I consider turnin’ to drink durin’ tax season. I need a fairy godmother at this point in time to sort this out.”
“Definitely try the advert,” I encouraged. “You’ll be fightin’ off applicants, just you wait and see.”
Mr Collins grinned before he looked over my shoulder and sighed.
“I’ll be right back, love,” he said. “I’ve to see to a customer who’s bein’ ignored by me lads.”
I nodded. “Take your time. I’m in no rush.”
Big. Fat. Lie.
I had never wanted to leave an establishment as much in my entire life. I placed my hands on the reception desk, then looked at the beautiful antique clock on the wall. It was after three p.m., and as it was a Monday, I would have my normal weekly dinner with my parents this evening at five. I hoped my da wouldn’t be there; I was in no mood to sit across from him at the dinner table and pretend I didn’t know he was having an affair.
I didn’t have the strength for it. Not today.
The door to the reception suddenly opened and closed. Silence stretched on for a few moments, and I could have sworn I heard a snicker, which caused me to tense even more than I already was. I would just up and die if it was Damien.
“I told you this shite with Date was goin’ to cause problems, Alannah.”
My shoulders sagged as a sigh of relief escaped me.
“I know,” I replied with a firm nod.
I didn’t move a muscle as he moved next to me, his shadow falling over the countertop.
“Yet you ignored me words of wisdom?” he mused. “I bet you feel stupid now, huh, good lookin’?”
I turned my head, tilted it back, locked eyes with Harley Collins, then rolled them.
“I never pegged you for an ‘I told you so’ kind of man.”
“You pegged me wrong because ... I told you so.”
Harley was the only person who knew about my private relationship with Dante because the pair of them were extremely close. If either of them did something or someone, the other knew about it.
“Go away,” I grumbled. “You’re mean.”
He smirked down at me.
“Date said he couldn’t get hold of you and that you revoked his access to your buildin’. He was arrested when he tried to break in, ye’know?”
What the fuck?
I choked. “What?”
“Don’t worry, he was released without charge thanks to the landlord of the place not pressin’ charges.” Harley laughed, his shoulders shaking. “The fuckin’ eejit tried to use a fire escape as a back door after he was refused entry a third time. He ran from the security guards too but dropped like a fly when they tasered ’im.”
“He was tasered and arrested?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Fainted and everythin’.” Harley cackled. “Don’t tell ’im I told you that; his ego is still sore about it.”
“I just spoke to ’im two nights ago, and he never mentioned anythin’.”
“And you won’t hear ’im speak a word. He made me and me da promise to never speak of it.”
“Your da?”
“He was with me when Date called me from the garda station.”
I facepalmed. “This week can’t get any worse.”
“Famous last words,” Harley murmured.
I was mad. Steaming bloody mad.
“Where is he?”
“Now, Alannah,” Harley said, raising his hands in front of his chest. “He only wanted to check on—”
I walked away from Harley, hearing him curse before he jogged to catch up with me.
“Dante Collins!” I hollered. “Where are you?”
He was across the shop, lifting a large piece of a car engine up into the air on a floor jack. He paused what he was doing, then looked over his shoulder, and when he saw me, he smiled. That smile slowly slid off his face as I approached him, and I wondered if he saw how mad I was, or if Harley was doing hand signals as he trailed along behind me.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped at Dante when I came to a stop in front of him and thumped him in the chest. “Tasered and arrested? Are you naturally thick, Date, or were you born this way?”
“Born this way,” JJ and Gavin called out in unison from somewhere in the shop.
Dante rolled his eyes at his brothers before looking back at me.
“I needed to see you, to talk to you ... but since you made that impossible before our phone call, I had to go to extreme lengths.”
I scowled. “You’re lucky the owner of the buildin’ didn’t press charges.”
“The owner of the buildin’ is me future—”
“Your future reason for goin’ to prison if you try to break into his buildin’ again,” JJ all but shouted.
Dante cringed as he looked at his brother over my shoulder, before switching his gaze back to me. “What JJ said.”
“I don’t even want to know what you’re both talkin’ about,” I scowled, rubbing my temple with my fingers.
“Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “Everythin’ is okay. There’s no problem.”
I scoffed.
“Sex with you has caused me nothin’ but problems.”
Dante grinned devilishly. “It was worth it, though, right?”
I hated that I tried and failed to hide a smile.
“Are you here to see me?”
I shook my head. “To collect me car.”
“I finished replacin’ that diesel pump this mornin’ but give me five more minutes. I want to check the oil level on your car. I think it’s runnin’ low.”
Dante jogged over to my car and popped the bonnet. I stared at him and placed my hands on my hips. I scanned my eyes around the shop, keeping watch for Damien, but there were several cars and equipment that blocked my view. The garage’s extension meant the place was huge, but more space meant it had to be filled with something.
“Your body language is screamin’ how uncomfortable you are,” Harley murmured as he came to my side. “Relax.”
“How relaxed would you be if the lad you have history with worked with the lad you were sleepin’ with?”
Harley folded his arms over his chest. “Very uncomfortable, considerin’ I’m straight.”
I shoved a now laughing Harley away from me.
“You’re bloody hilarious.”
He came back to my side, slung his arm over my shoulder, and said, “Damien’s in the back room sortin’ new tools into the trolley drawers.”
Harley went over to Dante then and began doing God knows what with my car engine. I looked over at the doorway that led to the back of the shop, and before I could rationally think otherwise, I walked towards it. When I entered the room, I had to walk around large tool trolleys, but when I saw Damien’s white hair, my feet and my heart stopped. My eyes roamed over him. He had on black work trousers, the ones that had a million different pockets and hugged a man’s arse deliciously. He was wearing thick soled boots, and a fleece jumper with the shop logo on it. It was the only matching uniform item of clothing that the men in the shop wore.
I took a breath and said, “Damien?”
Instantly, he tensed and kept his back to me.
“Can I talk to you, please?”
He remained silent, tense and unmoving.
“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but I’d be really grateful if we could talk. Please.”