Our Love

Wade

"The last fucking thing I want to do today is drive over to that office and see his smug as fuck face." I groaned walking out of the barn, talking to my buddy Grant.

"Yeah, well if you don't get over here his head is going to explode and I don't want to deal with that mess." I could tell he was tapping the pen on his desk, the way he always did when he was irritated with me.

"When I told him I wasn't interested in his business, I meant it. I like my life just how it is." I grumbled, heading to the truck, knowing I was going to go to the office.

"It's your Dad man, he's never taken no for an answer his entire life and I highly doubt he's going to start now. Just come talk to him, for me and then I'll take you for a beer after, deal?"

I hung up after accepting his deal and made my way down the road, cursing the entire way. I was gripping the wheel so tight my knuckles began to turn white and I could feel the anger boiling up in me. I took a few deep breaths, counted to ten and utilized a few other techniques therapy had taught me. As I came around a curve, I saw a car over on the side of the road.

This back road wasn't exactly safe to be broken down on, with not much of a shoulder to pull onto. I thought about passing on by but for some reason, perhaps selfishness to prolong getting to my Father's office or a little bit of feeling kind, I pulled over. The car definitely looked as if it had seen better days as I walked toward it, the smoke floating out from under the hood was definitely a bad sign.

"You okay?" I called out to the driver.

"Never better" I heard a female voice mumble. I couldn't help but chuckle at her sarcasm. Just as I continued going forward, she stepped out from in front of her car. She was stunning. Dressed as if she were perhaps heading into an office job, or heading home. Her light brown hair flowed down her shoulders in waves as she ran a frustrated hand through it.

When I called her out on her sarcastic response she immediately apologized. I felt bad, it was obvious she was struggling. It appeared she was also checking me out, though I couldn't be sure. She may have just been observing the stranger walking up to her on the side of the damn road. Jesus, Wade. Don't be so full of yourself.

As I got closer, I noticed her watching the engine. I knew that there was no way her car was getting back on the road anytime soon. I immediately offered to give her a ride just as she looked up at me, biting her full, pouty lip before speaking. She mentioned calling someone, but her face gave away that she was bluffing. I tried not to feel even worse for her when she mentioned getting a cab. That told me immediately she wasn't from around here. Cabs weren't really a thing, public transportation hadn't taken over our rural area yet. I was relieved when she decided to take me up on the offer and happily helped her to the truck with her things.

When she rattled off the address of her job interview, I had to pause for a moment. What were the chances she was interviewing for a position at my Father's office. She took my pause in that I was inconvenienced and I felt bad. I got us going and headed toward the last place I really wanted to be going.

I pulled into a space near the entrance of the office building, quietly putting the truck into park. I looked over at Quinn, she was straightening up her shirt and fixing her hair in the mirror. I gave her a weak smile.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help." She said softly before opening the door. "It was nice to meet you, Wade."

Before I could respond she had the door closed and was rushing inside the building. I hoped she made it on time. A tiny part of me considered checking to see how the interview went for her, to make sure she got the position. I shook that out of my head quickly though, I wasn't going to get sucked into this business.

I pulled my phone out, seeing that Grant had already texted me a few times telling me to get my ass here. I wasn't sure how I was going to sneak in without running into Quinn, I didn't feel like explaining all of that mess. I got the passcode from Grant and decided to go in the back entrance. I jumped to the right of the door and jogged up the steps to the third floor where Grant would be.

"About fucking time." He growled when I stepped up to his desk. His tie was loose around his neck, his jacket off and his hair a mess. I could tell he was stressed more than usual.

"What can I possibly offer?" I sat across from him, smirking.

"Your Dad wants you here, this deal he's working on, that he's riding my ass about, he's determined that you can land it. Help me, dude."

"Tell the old prick I'm here, but I'm only doing this for you and you are going to owe me." I ran my hand down over my face. Grant leaned back with a smile. He straightened his tie and attempted to tame his wild blonde hair. He picked up the phone and spoke to my Father, explaining that I was here and we both were ready to meet with him. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head that I was even sitting here right now.