Breathe for Me (Be for Me 1)

“Logan? You can find me a space. I know you can.” Xander looked at his quarry. “You have contacts like no one else.”

“This is that important to you?” Logan took off his cap and wiped the sweat from his brow before tugging the hat down low again.

“Not to me, but...” he trailed off and saw the sly grin flash over Logan’s face. Shit. How easily had he walked into that trap?

“And she’s what’s important to you.” Logan had it already.

“No.” Xander gritted his teeth, refusing to think that even in private moments. “But she’s had a tough time. I’d like to see her have some success.”

Logan’s jaw tightened. “Never seen you this way. Why so keen to please her? You pussy whipped?”

“Must you be so crude, you asshole.” Xander curled his fingers into fists.

“Like that’s not crude?” Hunter chipped in.

“You not bagged her yet?” Logan continued to taunt. “Your technique slipping?”

“I’m not discussing this with you.” Xander deliberately pushed faster, ahead of the pack. The group of walkers coming in the other direction quickened their pace to get out of way.

“Clamming up?” Logan provoked, a bare pace behind. “Even more of a sign you’re a broken man.”

“I can still beat you Logan. Don’t push it.”

Logan strode up to match Xander’s punishing strides. “I think we’re an even match,” he puffed. “She’s really got you hanging. Holding out on you.”

She was and she wasn’t. She’d looked at him with her big eyes and let him do anything he wanted. Which wasn’t enough. Which in itself was insane. He didn’t get himself at all. “Just find me a damn space.”

Logan was silent for twenty yards. Then he sighed. “I’ll need to check it out. I’ll see what I can do.”

Xander smiled. He’d known he could rely on his cousin—for all his grump. “Just don’t let her find out we’re behind it.”

“You sure that’s wise?” Logan asked.

“She’ll never know,” said Xander.

“Women always know. They have their ways.” Hunter came abreast of them. “They always find out. Question is whether it’s going to be worth the fall out.”

Xander thought about it for all of two seconds. Chelsea might be mad, but he figured he could get around that. She’d be too pleased to have gotten her pizzas cooking.

Chapter Eighteen

Chelsea worked the phones like she’d never worked them before. Failed at the first fifteen calls—and the next fifteen. She probably needed to do this in person with the plans and her artist impressions to help people understand what she was on about. But she didn’t have time. As it was she was squeezing all these calls in amongst the data entry, filing and design mock-ups she was supposed to be doing as part of her internship. Fortunately Steve had turned out to be an awesome ally and a whiz at data entry. And even though she knew it was a lost cause already, given the pop-up had been scheduled to be built and go live this week, she refused to give up. She was not a quitter.

Except for when it came to Xander. But she wasn’t about to fight a battle she could never win. He’d had enough. He’d called it. But she was mad with him—he wanted more, yet wouldn’t give more. He had walls of steel around his heart and he wasn’t going to let anyone break them down.

Fine. She wasn’t going to hurt herself by trying. She wasn’t going to think about him any more.

“Hey Chels, you seen this?” Steve called across the small office.

She walked over to read the screen over his shoulder. “No way,” she breathed. “No way. Is it for real?”

Steve picked up the phone and handed it to her. “Only one way to find out.”

Some random company had put an offer of a tiny site on the Facebook page she’d created to detail and publicize the event. Her fingers trembled as she pushed the buttons to contact the person listed. Was it legit or not?

Xander couldn’t stay away. Late in the evening he walked down to the site with Hunter matching his stride. A small square structure was perched on the corner of a construction zone. Logan had worked damn fast—the legend. But Chelsea had worked even faster. To have achieved this in less than twenty-four hours?

But Xander couldn’t smile. He was thinking about her every second, every minute, every hour of this damn long day. Still dreaming up the most outrageous scenarios to see how far she’d get before she got the giggles. Not that there was any point in thinking that way. It was over.

But he couldn’t stay away. How she’d gotten the foundations done so quick he didn’t know. Then he saw the two builders grinning and chatting with her and figured it. It also ticked him off.

She glanced over and saw him. Her expression changed completely—instantly lighting. He felt an intense sense of pleasure that she responded so swiftly, so naturally like that. He couldn’t stop his own huge grin back. She might smile for others, but she ignited for him.

“Been sweet-talking guys to help you out again?” he teased as she walked towards him. He wished she’d sweet-talk him.

“They’re sponsors actually,” she answered earnestly. “I’m putting a sign up thanking their company.”

Yeah, it wasn’t for the company promo that those guys were working late. “It’s looking good.”

“Thanks,” she answered.

That’s when the awkwardness arose. It was like she’d just remembered they weren’t ‘together’ any more. Her face flooded with color and she turned away. “How did you find us?” she asked.

He held up his phone with her Facebook page on it.

“Oh.” She bit her lip and nodded. “Well you want to take a closer look? It’s getting there.” She walked him over towards the small shack.

It really was small, just big enough for the pizza oven and the work counter and a space under the roof for customers to linger while waiting for their pizzas.

They’d placed the plants all over the roof but were still working on filling the walls. She was putting the herbs in patterns—vertical stripes. It was amazing.

He watched as she bent and picked up some tools and a plant, readying to get back to work.

“When did you get so handy with a hammer?” he asked.

“And wire.” She laughed. “Needs must, right?”

Steve was in the far corner inside the small structure, stacking wood next to the small wood fired pizza oven.

Xander had to hand it to her. Was there anything—aside from getting into water— she couldn’t do?

“Are you going to make and serve the pizza as well?” he asked.

“Sometimes. But I wanted a stereotypical ‘Italian chef’ to engage the customers. See?” She pointed out the wall decorations.

Xander stepped closer to inspect them properly. In amongst the few plants that had already been placed were framed prints of the supposed ‘chef’ with famous New Yorkers. Xander frowned. ‘Luigi’ was in the same pose in every single image—the ‘guy’ was clearly Photoshopped in. “He’s not even Italian, is he?”

“No.” Chelsea started to laugh.

“And not even a ‘he’?”

She turned and waved towards the pavement. “See for yourself. He’s coming to do a test run.”

Sure enough ‘Luigi’—in full costume—was walking towards them carrying a giant bowl.

“This is crazy,” Xander muttered.

“I prefer to think quirky,” Chelsea corrected. “It’s part of the fun. People have expectations of a pizza stand, but we’re flipping it and giving them something else—something that bit twisted. Expectation versus reality.”

Xander nodded and then wandered out to find Hunter. He’d been walking around the site giving it the full recon.

“Security issues here, Xan.”

“Multiple.”

Hunter nodded and studied the plant ready framing again. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but that Luigi guy isn’t a guy.”

“I had noticed.”

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Hunter grunted then asked. “Why does she have some strip of girl cross-dressing as an ancient Italian guy?”

Xander shrugged. “Because she’s a little crazy.”

Hunter laughed. “So long as you realize it.”

“It’s okay,” Xander shrugged. “I’m a little crazy too.”

“I think I might be as well, because right now I’m finding the rear end of that old Italian guy an incredible turn on. You ever seen legs as long as those?”

Xander laughed. “Jeez Hunt, you’ve been in the desert too long.” The girl was a stick figure.

“Reckon so.” Hunter moved.