I guess we’re all a little lucky to be coming out of this with our futures still intact. This past year has been crazy and I’m so glad that it all seems to be over. Well, mostly over. There’s still the big question of Anton hanging over our heads.
Noah’s still working at the fire station and swears that he overheard the chief making a call about employing him and officially taking him off volunteer status because he’s just that good. I mean, who knew the rebel from Haven Falls Private who illegally raced cars and worked for Anton Mathers would end up kicking ass like that?
Don’t get me wrong. I always knew Noah was going to be a force to be reckoned with, but no one could have known that he’d find so much joy being a firefighter. It’s dangerous just like everything else Noah seems to do in his life, so really, I should have seen this coming. I should have known that Noah was going to choose a profession that has a bad habit of getting his adrenaline pumping every single day.
Noah’s hardly talked about racing all summer and something tells me that’s because he’s finding that rush from work, though that doesn’t mean he’s given up entirely. After all, we’re heading out to the races tonight and Noah is going to kick ass as usual and I’m going to stand back getting hot watching him do it.
God, I love when he races. It’s a part of the reason I love him. He’s not afraid to stand out and show the world exactly who he is. Though it could also have something to do with the fact that he looks incredible while doing it, especially when that cocky smirk spreads across his face when he knows he’s going to win.
Tully groans as she props her feet up on the seat beside her. “Mmmm, this is good,” she says, swirling her milkshake around with her straw. “We should have ditched the last two stores and come here earlier.”
I grin, recalling the last two stores we walked into. One was a produce store and the guy instantly got offended when we asked about working there. Apparently, he doesn’t need any help running his store. He’s been doing it for thirty years and doesn’t need kids like us coming and screwing it up. The second store was one of those places you go to buy crystals and oils which has some woman out the back doing palm readings and tarot cards. It seemed like something Tully could get into until I saw a man walking in with a hard-on who headed straight for the stairs. I quickly realized that there was a brothel upstairs and we got our asses out of there.
Hard pass, but it’s nice to know that Haven Falls can still surprise me.
“Yeah, that was a waste of time,” I laugh. “What’s the plan for the rest of the day? Are we going to keep looking?”
Tully scrunches up her face and shakes her head. “Nah, we’ve already wasted too much of our summer and besides…I sort of invited someone to ha-”
As she talks, the door of the café swings open and Spencer strides in, already searching out Tully. My eyes cut across the table to her with a raised brow and suspicious grin. “Hanging out with Spencer again, are we?”
“Shut up,” she says, kicking me under the table as he makes his way towards us. “We’re just friends.”
“Uh huh.”
Tully rolls her eyes and I look back to Spencer who’s looking at Tully as though she’s his queen. “Do you think he knows that you’re just friends?”
Tully doesn’t respond as Spencer gets too close to risk answering. She beams up at him. “You came.”
“Of course, I did,” he tells her, pulling out his wallet. “Are you guys good? Do you want anything else?”
Tully shakes her head before flying to her feet. “Nope. No way. You bought lunch yesterday. Sit your ass down.”
Lunch yesterday? Geez. What is this? Are they dating and she just doesn’t realize?
Spencer rolls his eyes. “Yeah right. I’m not about to let you buy me a milkshake. I’m a gentleman.”
I scoff up at Spencer. “Tully and I have both had the uh…pleasure of getting down and dirty with you and we both know for a fact that you are no gentleman, so sit your ass down. You know just as well as I do that Tully isn’t going to give in that easy so save us all from having to sit through this fight and just let her buy your damn milkshake.”
Tully grins down at me. “Well said,” she says before skipping off proudly.
Spencer shakes his head and drops down into the seat Tully just had her foot propped up on. He only just gets comfortable when Tully’s voice comes shooting across the café. “Chocolate?”