Tailwind (Love By Design 4)

“Not tonight Chase. Please take me home.”

I opened her car door waiting for her to get settled inside. When she didn’t expect it I leaned in and reached for the buckle slowly pulling it across her chest and snapping it into the buckle.

“I’m not leaving you at your house like this.”

She crossed her arms glaring straight ahead.

“Like what?”

She didn’t even turn to look at me, oh my darling Winsome it was on now.

“Sexually frustrated.” I joked in poor taste.

She huffed and shook her head. “Get in the damn car, Doc.”

I smiled. She couldn’t have been that mad a teeny tiny wrinkle of a smile edged at her lips. I’d wear her down. We’d have epic makeup sex and I’d figure out what exactly had her panties in such a twist.

“Yes, ma’am.” I shut her door and got in on my side having a jaunt in my step that wasn’t there from the earlier mess.

We’d work this out. We had to because she was obviously still into me.

22

Winnie

My aunt called today and asked if I could stay longer. I said yes because there was no point to go back to the city. I had nothing else going on and no college classes to return to. My parent’s cancelled their drive up which wasn’t unexpected at this point. My dad was traveling alone to Albany after a fight with my mother. We’d try to make plans for lunch but he had a bunch of consults lined up and little time to spare. I was used to this by now and it didn’t sting anymore.

Mom was more or less depressed and decided to stay in the city. She’s probably have lunch with some girlfriends and commiserate with her other divorced friends that this was normal. I didn’t know what normal was. We couldn’t help each other and I had to figure this out. My aunt was paying me, but this gig wouldn’t last forever. I might be able to stay in the guest room when she got back. I might even be able to transfer some of my college credits up here, but I needed a job. A steady gig that would help get me back on my feet and independent. It wouldn’t be enough for a studio apartment in the city but maybe here I could manage something.

I messaged a few friends from home. Leggings seemed to be all the rage. Lipstick too. I even looked up these videos where ladies were cutting open clams for pearls as a business. It looked pretty gross chopping though clam meat. I didn’t care for squishy smelly seafood so I didn’t think that shucking pearls was up my alley either but I needed to find something quick.

I grabbed a notebook and started jotting down things I did like and what I was good at. There had to be something I could do, a job to apply for, or a business I could start that wouldn’t take a bunch of capital out of my dwindling savings.

Even the dogs acted like something was up. All three followed me around the house more subdued than usual.

I needed a job and considered shucking oysters for pearls on the internet since I don’t like leggings. I refused to give up my department store lipstick.

It’s weird being here and not spending time with Cha

se or any of his friends. Most of them are in Vegas at a bachelor/bachelorette party.

Doc: I wish you here.

Win: Why, not enough butt in Vegas?

Doc: Plenty of butt babe, just not yours.

Win: I bet you say that to all the girls

Doc: Only one I know is you…

Doc: Did your parents show up?

Win: Nope.

Doc: Wanna talk about it?

Win: Nope.