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Beautiful Sacrifice

Beautiful Sacrifice (The Maddox Brothers #3)(23)
Author: Jamie McGuire

The water splashed onto my T-shirt as I rinsed the mug. Then I put it into one of three dishwashers.

Hector smiled at me as he rounded the corner, wiping his hands on his apron. “Are you going to get outside and see the world today, Miss Falyn?” he asked.

I sighed. “Are you ever going to stop calling me that?”

Hector just smiled, carrying on with his duties.

Phaedra’s face appeared in the food window. “Hey, kiddo. What do you have planned today?”

“Nothing.” I took a bite of celery that had been left on the prep table.

Pete slapped my hand as I grabbed for another, and I tried not to laugh.

My grin fell away. “He said I had a nightmare,” I said to Pete.

He frowned.

“It’s been a long time … since …” I said, trailing off.

Phaedra came over to stand next to me and gently pulled on one of my tawny waves, moving it away from my face. “You sure you don’t have anything planned?” she asked.

“Yes. Why?”

She gestured behind her with a nod. “Because that boy’s here, looking for you.”

I scrambled to the doors, pushing through to see Taylor standing on the sidewalk outside. He waved to me.

“He likes you,” Kirby gushed as I passed her.

Taylor shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, his short sleeves showing off the lean muscles in his arms.

“If you tell me you were in the neighborhood, I’m going to be disappointed,” I said, crossing my arms.

He chuckled and looked down. “No. I was bored and came straight over.”

“You have the day off, too?”

“I do. Wanna do some stupid touristy shit with me? You listed all that stuff before.”

“Are you driving? I don’t have a car.”

“My truck is over there,” he said, turning slightly and gesturing toward a shiny black foreign job with mud tires. He turned back to me, dubious. “How do you get around?”

“Where am I gonna go?” I asked.

Taylor held out his hand, one side of his mouth pulling into a mischievous half smile. “With me.”

My first impulse was to say no. I had gotten used to being broody and spitting words that would make any man retreat, but I didn’t have to do that with Taylor. My insults had no effect on him, and he’d just keep coming back until it was time for him to leave. If I managed to get him to take me to Eakins, I wouldn’t even have to push him away after our return to Colorado Springs. His job and the distance would do it for me.

He flashed his dimple, and saying yes to him was nearly compulsive.

“Just don’t do anything stupid, like open my car door.”

“Do I look like that kind of guy to you?”

“No, but you don’t look like the kind of guy who makes friends with girls either, and it feels like I’ve got the job.”

He pulled me along, looking both ways before crossing the street. “What can I say? You’re the opposite of my better half.”

“So, I’m so horrible that I make you feel like a better person?” I asked, standing next to the passenger-side door.

He pointed at me. “Exactly.”

He reached for the door handle, but I smacked his hand away.

“Don’t worry, Ivy League. I wouldn’t open your door for you even if I liked you,” he said. “You’re driving. I don’t know where to go, and I damn sure don’t want you barking directions at me.”

“You want me to drive your truck?” I asked, feeling a bit nervous. I hadn’t driven anything in years.

The doors clicked, and Taylor handed me a set of keys—some shiny, some not so shiny. Walking around the front end and then climbing into the driver’s seat, I tried not to show fear, but mostly, I didn’t want to feel it. I closed the door and pulled on my seat belt, horrified that my hands were trembling.

“Do you even have a license?” he asked.

“Yes. I know how to drive. It’s just … been a while.” I sniffed and felt even sicker. “You spent the morning cleaning your truck, didn’t you?”

“Smells like new, doesn’t she?”

“Isn’t it new?”

“She. She is not new, no. I bought her last year.” He took the keys from my hand and chose the largest one to stab into the ignition.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “I really don’t think I should drive … her.”

“You’ll be fine.”

Instantly, the radio blared screamy hard rock.

He twisted the volume. “Sorry.”

“No country?” I asked, resting my hands on the wheel at ten and two.

He laughed once. “Country’s for dancing and crying. AC/DC is for cleaning your truck.”

I made a face. “But … it’s old.”

“The classics never get old. Let’s go.”

I pulled down the gearshift and turned around, slowly backing out of the parking space. A car appeared and honked, and I slammed on the brakes.

Taylor looked at me, his eyebrows shooting up almost to his hairline.

“I desperately want to keep up my cast-iron bitch persona, but I don’t think I can do this,” I said.

“How long did you say it’s been?”

“Five years.”

“Why?”

“No car.”

“Ever? Or did you wreck yours?”

I stared at him, unable to answer.

He unfastened his seat belt. “You’d better just tell me where I’m going. I’ll learn to live with directions from a girl. We can reintroduce you to the road another day.”

“Directions from a girl? Shall I assume you’d even ask for them? Or is that too far from the ancient stereotype?”

He stared at me with dead eyes. “Ivy League, stop talking to me like you’re writing a fucking paper.”

“Let’s just do this,” I said, climbing over the console.

After jogging around to the driver’s side, he climbed up and settled in. “I feel better about this,” he said, nodding.

I agreed, “Me, too.”

“Where are we going first?”

“Um … Garden of the Gods. Just over ten minutes away and free parking.”

“Not Pikes Peak? You haven’t hiked it, have you?” His tone was accusatory. “I’ve heard the locals don’t.”

“I have actually,” I snapped. “A couple of times. But you can see Pikes from the Garden of the Gods. Trust me. It’s really a special place.”

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