Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Lucy thought about Isaac Flynn. She started calling him by his last name because he had called her Rue once, and it kind of stuck. She’d been in a bad mood, and he’d shouted “Rue,” making her stop. At which point, she called him Flynn, and that was that.
Now, she made sure she walked past the mechanic shop every chance she got. He was often working on cars, or bikes, or the occasional truck. She was the one who asked him if he’d take a look at the bus for their rare trips.
Everyone here loved him. He fixed their bus, and all the trips that had been put on hold came back in full force. He only took minimal payment as well, which was a shock. When they first got the quote for the bus, it had been more than they could have afforded.
She knew he was a good guy, and the way he took care of them all melted her heart. He was a true gentleman, and the truth was, for nearly six years and maybe even a bit longer, she’d had a crush on him. He arrived in town when she was fourteen, and she knew a lot of women were curious about him. Sure, people had their doubts, but slowly and surely he earned his place. Lucy would walk home from school, keeping a careful distance away so he never saw her, but she’d look at him, and yes, her crush had been cemented in her young heart. Now, it was at a fever pitch, and Marge had been encouraging her to ask him out for years.
She just couldn’t believe she had finally done it.
Chapter Two
Isaac never got nervous. Not when it came to women. He had enjoyed his share of willing women in the past. Since becoming the town mechanic, although there were offers, he never succumbed to anyone.
It had taken him most of the day to realize he and Lucy didn’t make arrangements for their date. He didn’t know if he should go to the bar or pick her up. So, he opted for the latter.
Knocking on her door, he stood and waited. Lucy opened it seconds later, and his breath nearly got locked in his throat. Her brown hair was curled, cascading around her face, and she looked positively beautiful. She wore a deep red dress that matched the shade of red she had on her lips.
She offered him a smile. Her eyes were smokey, but again, she wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup, just enough to enhance what was already beautiful about her.
“I ... wasn’t sure where you wanted to meet,” he said.
“This is good. I realized as I was getting ready that we didn’t ... you know, figure that out. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I am.”
She grabbed her keys, a denim jacket, and they were already out the door, Lucy locking it behind her. They walked down her short driveway, heading out onto the main street.
“I brought my truck,” he said.
Lucy nodded, and then he realized something. He’d never seen Lucy get inside a motor vehicle. She never took a cab, always walked.
“Do you want to walk or drive?”
She looked at the truck and he saw her indecision. He hadn’t even thought of the reason why she might not want to drive. Her parents were killed in a drunk-driving accident. Lucy hadn’t been there, only her parents, and if she had any trauma from the experience, she was still carrying it.
“How about we walk?” Isaac asked.
He held his hand out, hoping to cut the tension he’d created. Lucy looked down at his hand, and he wondered if he had pushed too far, when she slid her hand in his. She had small hands, and he noticed that even in the height of summer, they were cold.
They started walking toward the local bar. He loved this quaint little town of Saint Falls.
“It’s a nice evening,” Lucy said.
The sun hadn’t quite set. Summer was still in full swing, and he glanced toward her.
“Yeah, it is. Are you feeling hungry?” he asked.
“Starving.”
“I know Richard makes the best chicken wings. You want to share a couple of baskets?”
Lucy laughed. “Yeah, it better be a couple of baskets.”
He laughed.
Richard owned the bar, and he’d named it, aptly, Falls Saints. Richard had thought it was funny, but the truth was, the guy didn’t have the first clue what to name his bar. Taking the town name and swapping the two words seemed to make him laugh quite a bit.
His own shop was simply named, Saint Falls Mechanics. There were a few customers that had come in and asked why he didn’t add “and sons” or “and daughters.” He would tell them he didn’t have either.
They arrived at the bar, and sure enough, country music was playing in the background, and there were already a lot of people, as he expected on a Friday night. Friday was always party night. He miraculously found themselves a table and ordered several rounds of hot chicken wings.