seat to grab the pie, two men came out from the bays. One was tall, dark-haired, lanky-(but hard)-bodied, carried a clipboard, and had eyes on me. The other was tall and sloop shouldered, was wearing greasy jeans and an oil-stained tee, and also had his eyes on me.
The greasy jeans guy was your normal, everyday guy.
The lanky guy was incredibly handsome.
“Hey!” I called on a little wave, a bright smile, and moved to them.
They both watched and, normally, this wouldn’t make me feel strange. Dad had told me I was beautiful since I could remember. Mom had done the same thing. Aaron had said it so many times since we met and started dating when we were freshmen, I believed he believed it (until recently) and I believed in me.
I knew I wasn’t ugly. More importantly, I knew back then I was loved.
Now, not so much.
Now, I was a size bigger (two in pants), had a baby pouch, a big bottom, and a husband who dumped me for a size 0 model. I also had grown-out highlights that didn’t look great.
No cute dress or cute shoes were going to cover any of that.
I’d known appreciative glances. I’d had them since I could remember too.
Now, I wondered what both of those men thought, me, twenty-five (almost twenty-six), dumped, a single mom (not that they knew that but I felt like I wore that knowledge on every inch of me), climbing out of an old, worn-out car, wearing a flirty but cheap dress and cute but cheap butterfly shoes that at that moment felt stupid and, worse, desperate.
I should have worn jeans.
No.
I shouldn’t have come at all.
“Yo,” the lanky one called.
I got close. “Uh…yes, yo.” He grinned. It was highly attractive. I ignored it and I carried on, “I’m Carissa. Carissa Teodoro. A couple of days ago—”
The lanky guy’s head jerked and he interrupted me. “Joker’s girl?”
I shut my mouth.
Joker’s girl.
Why did that sound so nice?
“Yup, spare. Tercel. Joker gave us the heads-up. We’re covered,” the guy in the greasy jeans said and twisted toward the bays. “Yo! Someone come get this bucket! Joker’s girl is here!”
I looked from him, mouth open to say something, to the lanky guy with the clipboard (thinking, seeing as he had a clipboard, he was probably someone with authority). But I didn’t say anything because he was looking me up and down with attractive green eyes and his lips were quirked like something was amusing.
Immensely amusing.
“We’ll need your keys,” he stated when his eyes again met mine.
“I, well, yes, of course,” I dangled them out in front of me while a man in coveralls jogged from the bay, heading our way. “I kinda have a financial situation.” I shared my understatement. “So can you give me an estimate before you take care of everything?”
Both men stared at me like I was crazy before lanky guy said, “We’ll get Joker to take care a’ that.”
I nodded and told him, “I have to grab my purse and something from the back.”
Greasy jeans guy came to me, nabbed my keys, and said, “Get ’em, babe.”
I looked to him, nodded agreeably, then rushed back to my car. I leaned in deep and grabbed my purse from where it sat in Travis’s car seat. Then I went to the back and got the pie.
When I closed the door and turned to the guys, I saw they were all leaned slightly to the right, heads tipped, eyes on my behind (or, in the case of the lanky guy) my legs.
I felt warmth hit my cheeks and called, “Is Joker around?”
They all came to and looked to my face.
“She brought him pie,” the lanky guy muttered.
“Fuckin’ brilliant,” the greasy jeans guy also was muttering.
“Does Joker even like pie?” the coverall guy was only slightly muttering.
But my heart squeezed.
Didn’t he like pie?
Didn’t everyone like pie?
Oh no! What if he didn’t like pie?
“Does Joker like anything?” greasy jeans guy asked.
“I bet, today, he’s gonna like butterflies,” lanky guy noted.
“Today, I like butterflies,” greasy jeans guy declared.
I cleared my throat.
Lanky guy’s lips quirked again just as he jerked his chin to the right and said, “Compound.”
“Sorry?” I asked.
“Joker’s in the Compound, babe. Building over there.” He swung his clipboard in that direction and then smiled a highly appealing but definitely meaningful smile. “Go right on in. He’s not out front, someone in there will get him for you.”
I looked where he was indicating and saw a large, long building that ran the entire length of the