Yeah.
Her phone pinged again.
How often do you have trouble sleeping?
That was a very long and complicated subject and one she didnt want to get into via text, in the middle of some flirting.
I get most of my best work done after midnight.
Truth.
He sent her a selfie. One of his brows was raised and he wore a smirk. All parts south of her hairline went on alert. Shed be keeping that picture of him. Just for reference. Or something.
He was unf-worthy for sure. He was just so fucking much. Hot hot hot.
Hm. Whats that face for?
Other than licking and kissing. Perhaps even a nuzzle of that spectacular beard.
Thats my I dont believe you face. As for sleeplessness, I have some tea that might help. Ive had bouts myself. What time do you leave for work?
Rachel frowned again and then forced herself to relax. That line between her eyes was getting deeper due to what her sister called glowering. Whatever it was called, it was going to make her look old if she didnt stop it.
Shed rather think about how Vics waist nipped in, creating some sort of inhuman pizza shape of gorgeousness from his shoulders to his other parts, like his penis.
His cock was probably commensurate with his overall size. Which meant big. And what sane gal didnt like that? Well, if she liked dick in the first placeand Rachel most assuredly did.
Her little sister, Maybe, had been giving more get it, girl messages when it came to Vic over the last weeks.
Maybe, with all her glitter and snarling punk rock. Her sister was a little bit of the best parts of all sorts of things and she blurted weird stuff all the time.
It was one of her finest qualities because you always knew where you stood with Maybe. She didnt play games and she loved and protected Rachel as if it was she who was the oldest, not Rachel.
Hello? Did you fall asleep? he texted.
Before shed gone off on some fantasy about his body, hed asked her a question, hadnt he?
Im leaving at a quarter to noon so I can catch my bus.
Rachel liked taking the bus. It forced her out of her comfort zone to be around people in such close quarters. Every time she managed to make it through without freaking out or getting even slightly uncomfortable she began to believe shed truly be better at some point. And it cost a crapton of money to park in Pioneer Square.
Some days she drove or rode in with Maybe and Alexsei, who both worked just a block away from the tattoo shop, but that day shed planned on busing into downtown as her sister and her sisters boyfriend were headed in earlier than Rachel needed to be there.
I have to go back downtown this afternoon anyway. Ill be at your house by eleven thirty. Ill make you brunch and give you a ride to work after. Turning off my phone now as Im headed out the door. See you later today.
Oh! The cheek! Rachel stared at her phone a few moments and then, with a smile, she tossed it to the bed and took up her pen once more.
* * *
THERE WAS FROST on the front lawn as Vic pulled away from his house and headed toward the bakery his family had run for the last thirty years. It crouched right at the southern edge of downtown Seattle most locals referred to as SoDo.
The location meant their business was heavy with commuters and downtown workers at their lunch hours when they wanted to pick up one of the bakerys runzas for a quick meal. It also meant they were closed by three and on most weekends.
The bakery was pretty much always busy. A constant stream of customers, punctuated by rushes, meant the place was either full of customers, or all the employees were busily setting up for the next round of things to do.
As jobs went, it was a good one. Kept him busy. Paid his bills and enabled him to keep a hand in the family business along with his sister and parents. Gave him the space to keep an eye on everyone and make sure they were doing okay. Especially in the wake of his brothers death when the family had all but fallen apart.
He pulled into one of the two parking spots that came with the building and unlocked the back door, turning on the lights in the smaller prep kitchen before heading down into the heart of the bakery where the big ovens lived.
This was a place he knew. A place hed been part ofand had been part of himsince before he could walk. As much a home as the place hed slept at night.
He knew the slight warp on his favorite pastry scraper. The way the lights made the stainless steel worktables gleam. He hung his coat on the second hook, replacing the clean apron his mother had left on her way out the afternoon before.
First he turned on some music. Phantograms Youre Mine came on and smiling, he began to make dough.
Hed done it so many times it was second nature. Muscle memory as he dumped the yeast into the flour. The ancient mixer was still there because despite its age, it worked perfectly.
As the place began to hum and the dough took shape he allowed himself to think about his exchange with Rachel.
Want roared through him. Hed had a thing for his parents mysterious and broken next-door neighbor for well over a year by that point and over the last few months their friendship had deepened to the point where hed truly gotten to know her better.
And now he was pretty sure he was already half in love with her.
At first hed thought she was stuck-up. But hed come to realize a lot of what hed perceived as standoffishness had to do with anxiety and a bit of fear. The longer she and Maybe had lived in Seattle, the more shed begun to settle in, the less anxious she appeared to be. And thankfully he saw way less fear in her eyesespecially when she looked at himover the last year. She was taking her life back, pulling herself from the dark place shed been. It was like watching a phoenix.
Just a few days past, Rachels father had burst into her home and threatened to institutionalize her under a conservatorship and keep the sisters apart. Their burning resentment of Maybe, and the overly controlling parenting of the oldest, Rachel, had boiled over into what Vic believed was a death blow to the parent-child relationship for both Richard Dolans children.
And as hard as it had been to see Rachels heart get broken by her parents, it had been the way shed stood up for herself and her sister that had been the last sign Vic had needed.
Rachel was strong. Fierce. Independent and utterly capable. This was a woman he could pursue in earnest without worry. Hed wanted to give her time and space to heal and to grow to trust him.
In truth, he hadnt been ready either. Not ready to step into something he knew without a doubt would be serious. But hed been in her kitchen as her father had been railing about something ridiculous and the desire to protect her had been nearly overwhelming. In that moment everything had shifted. He hadnt felt this waythis powerfullyfor a woman in a long time.
He saw her so clearly, saw the beauty of the strength at her core, he knew thered be no peace for his heart until he kissed her. And more, though that was down the road a ways. Knew too that he was ready to dedicate the time and attention a woman like Rachel and a relationship with her would deserve. She needed spoiling and he was the guy to deliver.
She called to him. Something inside him stirred every single time he saw her. Her eyes and the shadows there. Her flaws and the way she powered through and did what needed to be done, even when the cost was written all over her face. All of it comprised the whole of her. The whole, fascinating bundle of gorgeous contradiction.