Chapter 11

Mistakes

I typed a couple more numbers into the keyboard. I felt like pulling my hair out. Nina made a mistake somewhere and the whole dam thing froze up on us. Rose should be showing up soon to look at it. Thomas came in for a while and hung around until the end of my shift. He tugged me towards the doors then into his SUV. He drove us towards the warehouse. He rushed me to the back and parked right there was a gorgeous car with silver and black designs all over. I didn't have a clue what kind of car it was but it was sweet. Apparently Mark, a business associate of Thomas's told Thomas he could have the car for the weekend.

Thomas ushered me into the driver's seat and I drove it around for a while. It started to lightly rain and I pulled it back in. I hopped out to open the warehouse door and Thomas slid into the driver's seat and took off for one last spin. Spin was the perfect word for it. He peeled and did donuts all around the parking lot. He floored it back towards the warehouse and as if in slow motion he hit the brakes and the car slid at an angle causing the front to hit the curb. Thomas jumped out and started cursing. I knelt beside him and looked under the car. One side of the bumper was crushed and underneath the bumper was badly scratched up. Thomas stormed around wiping his hand through his hair and swearing. It took him a few minutes to settle down enough to park it and we headed to the shop.


His partner was pretty mad and even though Thomas tried to make it sound like he wasn't worried. He hung up then dialed Carey's number. He was in LA. I could hear Carey from where I was standing beside Thomas. He was not happy at all. I gave him a hug and headed into the back to see what the guys were doing. It was pretty late when we left. I followed Thomas in my truck. He was really stuck on this leg he had to do. Maybe I had some ideas about what to spray paint on it. We pulled into the warehouse right behind each other. The front door was busted and I slowly slid out of my truck. Thomas was already on the phone. I told him to wait but instead he pushed open the front door and quietly cursed when he saw the trashed office. He seemed to notice that I'd followed him in.

"Get out." He whispered harshly. I just glared at him and followed him around the office and at the same time we both remembered the car. He used his shoe to open the door. Smart move I thought to myself. The car looked ok but when we got closer we noticed the whole stereo system was gone. Thomas tore off his hat and started his swearing. I swore too and he sharply turned towards me. He stormed over, grabbed my arms and practically dragged me out. Once we were back in the parking lot he whipped me around to face him.

"I told you to not go in there! Whoever broke in could have easily been in there."

"Well he wasn't! You still went in. What the hell did you want me to?"

"Listen when I tell you to do something! Is that too fucking difficult." I couldn't believe he was saying this.

"Whoa. When you tell me to do something. Nobody tells me to do things. I think for myself."

"No you don't think. That's the problem."

"I think this was a mistake, you're a fucking mistake." I turned and hopped into my truck just as Bryan's spun into the lot. Gunning the engine I floored it all the way home.

I was still swearing to myself when I shoved open my front door. Running my hands through my hair I paced around then decided to take a shower. I was pretty numb but the moment the water hit me the tears started to fall. I turned to face the spout letting the water wash away the hot tears. I gave the wall a good punch and stepped out. Changing into low pajama pants and a gray muscle shirt I rubbed a towel on my head trying to dry my hair. I tossed it into my laundry room turned around and froze. Thomas stood there staring. I held my breath and tried to keep stone-faced. Nobody said anything until he quietly said.

"Am I really a mistake?" I shook my head and ran the last few feet right into his arms. I buried my face in his soft sweater. We stayed like that for awhile before I pulled back.

"You ass!" I yelled and pushed him.

"Whoa. I thought we were good!"

"Yea until you lose your temper again!"

"Lose my temper! What do you think your doing?" I started to smile realizing that I was shouting at him and waving and poking him. "You know you're the one with the temper problem." He said teasing me. I lightly punched him and hugged him again.

"Are we still…?" I gave him a kiss and said yes. He flung his sweater on a chair and still holding on to me he backed me towards my room.


"Hello?" Thomas picked up the phone beside Shannon's bed.

"Hey Thomas. Um I was trying to get hold of Shan but um you'll do I guess."

"Gee thanks Carey. What?"

"We need you down here. The tills fucked up and that chick with the leg will be here this morning." Thomas hung up and swung his legs out of bed. Shannon moaned and rolled over. Chuckling Thomas leaned over to her.

"Baby we gotta get up and go to work now."

"Go away."

"Not a morning person either. C'mon." Thomas picked the phone back up to call work and to hear for himself what was going on.

"Yea?" Said a tired voice on the other end.

"Put Bryan on." In the background Thomas could hear the voice telling Bryan it was Clarke. This didn't go over well for Thomas.