What to Do With a Bad Boy by Marie Harte

Author:Marie Harte [Harte, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Childrens
ISBN: 9781402287435
Barnesnoble:
Goodreads: 21898366
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Published: 2014-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“So I hope your dinner went well. Colin can’t stand Noah, and Grace was a pain in my ass. So yeah, you can say ‘I told you so’ and feel good about yourself.” Mike’s voice sounded gravelly on her voice mail. “Anyway, call me if you can get your head out from under the hood of a car in that death trap you work in. Delilah.”

She sat in the office and replayed the message again, the way she’d been replaying the others. It was her favorite of the half dozen or so he’d left. He’d left this one early yesterday morning, the day after his crappy date with Grace. Del gave a nasty grin, glad he’d had a miserable time. Couldn’t have been any worse than dealing with her annoying family who still wouldn’t leave her the hell alone about her supposedly bad mood. She felt just fine. Pissed at the world and too busy to give a shit.

Putting her phone aside, she got down to business straightening out work orders and dealing with Sam’s absence. Poor guy had the flu. Or at least, he’d better. She swore under her breath and went into the garage to take care of a few oil changes and some carburetor work. The sound of heavy metal music, swearing, and male laughter echoed through the place, and she let the familiar comfort of home and work take her mind away from all things McCauley.

Hours later, someone kicked her feet. She hated that. “You’d better have a damn good reason for fucking with me,” she growled.

“Nice mouth, daughter.”

Hell. Her father.

She rolled out from under a jacked-up Chevy and stared up at her dad. “Liam.”

“Delilah.”

Behind him, someone chuckled and drawled, “De-li-lah.”

She fumed. “I know that’s you, Johnny.”

“Nuh-uh. That was Foley.”

“Dickhead,” Foley swore. “Was not.”

While they bickered, her father reached down and hauled her to her feet, ignoring her greasy fingers.

“What’s up, Dad?”

He tugged her with him. “We need to talk.”

She groaned. “I’m busy. Sam’s out sick, Lou’s doing some paint work and can’t cover, and Dale has the week off for finals. Or so he says, because if he’s screwing off, I’m gonna—”

“She’s on break,” he yelled to the guys.

“Thank God,” someone muttered.

“Now that was Foley!”

They continued arguing while her dad muscled her into the office and shut the door behind him. Then he closed the hall door as well.

“I can’t see if we get customers,” she warned him and sat at her desk. With Dale out, she had to man the front.

“It’ll keep.” Her dad rested his butt against her desk and stared at her. “So.”

“So.” She reached for the wipes nearby and tried to get at least the surface gunk off her hands.

“What crawled up your ass and died?”

“And you get on me about my language?”

“Delilah.”

She hated that now whenever someone said her full name, Mike came to mind. She thought about him all the time. Even though she’d decided not to like him anymore, it was as if her heart hadn’t gotten the memo.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.