“No, I’m from Cedar Grove, North Carolina.” I nodded and my smile returned. “It’s a pretty small town. You’ve probably never heard of it.”
“What brings you to Atlanta?” Rand raised his eyebrows with a hint of surprise.
“I needed a job. I just graduated from college and while small-town life is great, there aren’t a lot of jobs in Cedar Grove.” I lifted my shoulders slightly in a half-shrug.
“I can understand that. So, I guess you don’t have many friends in Atlanta?” Jett lips twisted into a smirk.
“Or a boyfriend, huh?” Rand’s lips reflected the exact same smirk—it would have been eerie if they weren’t so freaking hot.
“Well, no to both.” My eyes darted back and forth between them.
Is one of them about to ask me out? Oh my god—which one?
“If you’re not busy this weekend, you could hang out with us.” Jett stepped forward. “Provided you don’t mind getting a little dirty.”
“Wow, that’s a little forward.” I blinked in surprise.
“Someone’s mind is in the gutter.” Rand chuckled and winked at me. “No, not like you’re thinking.”
I’m going to just melt into the floor now…
“We buy storage lockers that have been abandoned, dig around for buried treasure, and try to turn a profit with what we find.” Jett nodded and chuckled under his breath. “It’s a lot of fun, but sometimes it can get a little dirty.”
“Oh! So, like Storage Wars?” I nodded in understanding.
“Yeah, but there’s considerably less drama than you see on television.” Rand nodded quickly. “What do you think—would you like to go with us?”
“Sure, that actually sounds like a lot of fun. I was addicted to that show when I was in college.” My smile returned as I remembered some of the funnier moments from the show. “What time does it start?”
“We usually leave pretty early. Can you be ready by six? We’ll grab breakfast and then head over to the auction.” Jett’s face seemed to light up when I accepted the invitation.
“Sounds great! I’ll be ready.” I felt a bit of excitement surging through me.
“Awesome, see you then.” Jett quickly grabbed his mail and waved as he walked towards the stairs, but Rand didn’t immediately follow him.
“Wear something that you don’t mind getting—dirty.” Randy chuckled and then hurried to catch up with Jett.
Okay, but are they asking me to go with them because I’m just some lonely girl with no friends in Atlanta, or is this a date?
I retrieved my mail and waited for the elevator with my thoughts spinning in my head. It was a strange choice for a first date, especially if they were both going to be there. Did they just ask me to go with them because they realized I didn’t have any friends? Was I being friend-zoned immediately without even getting a chance with either of them? I really hoped that wasn’t the case, even if I didn’t know which one I liked more. I couldn’t exactly base my preference on tattoos and that was the only thing I had seen that was different about them. If nothing else, hanging out with the two of them would allow me to get to know them a little better. There was no way their personalities were exactly the same, even if they were identical twins.
Once I got back to my apartment, I started thinking about the issue Dana pointed out at the office. I was really enjoying my time in Atlanta. The city was amazing. It was busier than Cedar Grove, and I hadn’t completely figured out public transportation, but there was just so much to do. I hardly even noticed that I didn’t have any friends in the city yet because I was surrounded by so many people on a daily basis. I really hoped that Dana would find out that her concerns were misplaced and it was all a mistake. If not, I needed to start looking for a new job immediately. Considering how long it took me to find a job, to begin with, I would be back at home living with my parents if I didn’t find something quick. Things were finally headed in a good direction, and I had met two guys that made me drool—I really didn’t want all of that to come crashing dow
n around me.
Not now. Especially not after meeting them.
Chapter Four
Rand
“What do you think? Is there anything in there worth money?” I tapped the counter next to the box that our favorite pawnbroker, Julian, was inspecting.
“Yeah, I see a few pieces that are gold. None of it looks custom. I know how you guys like to hunt down the owners when you find heirlooms.” He chuckled and picked up a ring. “Even when those are usually the most valuable ones in the bunch.”
“We’ll never get rich off this and while the extra money is nice, we wouldn’t feel right keeping stuff that means something to someone.” I shrugged and leaned against the counter.
“If you’re in here, you must be planning to hit up another auction.” He dropped the ring he was holding and picked up another one.