The next morning Stevie couldn’t keep the smile off her
face.
Watching her as they prepared to open the shop for the day Rachel
said “okay give. Yesterday you were biting everyone’s head off and today you
are floating on air. Has this got something to do with that guy who paid to fix
your car?”
“No” Stevie said, she did not want to discuss Grant with
anyone yet, but she couldn’t make her denial sound convincing.
“Yeah right” Rachel said with a smile. “Come on, I can tell
by the look on your face that something’s happened.”
Stevie grinned.“Okay, something’s happened but I have no
intention of telling you about it.”
Rachel laughed. “You just did. If it wasn’t big you’d have
told me.”
Stevie laughed “well that’s all you’re getting.”
“For now” Rachel teased.
“Yes, for now” Stevie said “now get back to work.”
Rachel laughed and giving her a mock salute, moved off.
Even though they were busy, the day still dragged for Stevie.
But at last it was time to close up. Saying goodbye to Rachel and dodging more
of her questions, she drove home and picked up her younger brother Dean, to
take him to his basketball training. Her mother worked longer hours than she
did, so she often had to transport her younger brother and sister after she’d
finished work.
She dropped Dean off at the local stadium before rushing
back home to shower and change. Then picking him up again an hour later, she dropped
him back at home. “Tell Mum I won’t be late” she said to her brother.
“Yeah okay” Dean said flicking his long hair out of his
eyes. Then jumping out of the car he said, “see ya.”
“Bye” she said and headed to Grant’s place. But the closer
she got to it, the more nervous she became. Her hands sweated and shook and she
had to take deep breaths to try and calm herself. Ten minutes after leaving
home, she pulled up next to his house. It was just before seven. She looked out
through the windscreen at the building in the low light and could see lights on
in some of the windows. She took a deep breath and got out of the car.
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