Your reviews keep me wanting to write this story as fast as I can! There is a little drama in this chapter, and hopefully you like it! Let me know if you do!

Beth's phone call had taken Daryl by surprise. He didn't expect her to call, or even within the same day. He took her to be hard to get, shaking her ass while tending to customers, hoping that he would notice. Well, he did, and it did something sinful to him. "Beth?" He asked. "Did you need something?" He asked, playing coy.

"Oh, no," he heard her voice come over the line. "I was just calling…" her voice trailed off. "Am I interrupting something?" She asked innocently. Daryl loved the sound of her voice. He wanted to take this agonizingly slowly, for the benefit of both of them.

Daryl cleared his throat before looking around the garage. He noticed his brother walk in, fanning a wad of cash through the air. He rolled his eyes before turning back to Beth on his cellphone. If Merle saw him talking with a girl, he wouldn't hear the last of it. "I'm at work, Beth. I gotta go," he said, hanging up the phone.

He didn't want to seem rude by hanging up on her, but it would leave her wanting more and that was exactly what he wanted. When he turned back to the garage, Merle was already spouting off his mouth. "It was this petite little blonde," he was telling his co-workers. "She was practically crawling all over me," he smiled, noticing his brother approaching.

"Little brother," he smiled. "I was just telling Dale and T-Dog about this blonde I helped out today. She was an angel, woulda loved to take her innocence away," Merle growled, earning a laugh from T-Dog and Dale.

Daryl only rolled his eyes. "What is it, little brother?" Merle asked. "She's right over there. See what I mean?" He gestured through the glass window wall. Sure enough, Beth was standing there, staring at the payphone. Seeing her, he felt his groin twitch. There was no way he was going to let his brother touch her. Daryl looked back to Merle. Merle mused at him. "Ahhhh. Yah like what you see."

"Where's her car, Merle?" He asked, not wanting to deal with his brother's antics. Merle pointed one dirty finger to bay five and sure enough, Beth's car was already pulled in. Without another word, Daryl walked over to her car, already knowing what was wrong with it. Glenn had already popped the hood and was buried into the engine. Daryl planted his hand on the hood, scaring the Korean. He banged his head off the hood.

"Daryl," he said. "You scared me." Glenn was rubbing his head, smudging his ball cap with more grease.

He only laughed. Glenn was a rookie, only hired last week. Even a simple problem as the spark plugs would slip past him. "It's all right, Glenn. I got it covered," Daryl told him, earning a reproachful look for Glenn. Though, he did what he was told and sunk back towards another bay.

Daryl glanced down into the engine, the lighting much better than the last time he tried to fix it. He untwisted the current spark plugs from the car and tossed them into the waste can. He then found new ones in the toll box on the counter and replaced them. Daryl made sure they were twisted in correctly before shutting the hood.

The keys were in the ignition, how they should have been. He slid into the driver's seat and turned the keys, the engine catching and starting up easily. He smiled at his handiwork. Daryl slid out of the car, shut the door and walked back over to Merle. "Get this car out to the driveway. It's ready to go," he said. "And give me that money," he said, which Merle was still fanning through the air.

"Little brother wants my winnings? I don't think so," he said, eyes narrowing.

"Look don't be a dick. It's my fault that she had to spend all this money," he said, snatching the money from his hand. He stuck the wad in his jeans pocket and wiped his hands off on a rag. He looked to the window again, seeing that Beth was now seated and reading the book from the night before.

A smile spread across her lips – a hypnotizing smile. He knew it was the poetry doing that to her. Not wasting any time, Daryl pushed through the door into the small waiting room/office. "What's the poem this time?" He asked, startling her. Her blue eyes flashed up to his, causing the familiar twitch again. He was going to have to take car of that soon. She blushed, looking down into the book again before she started to recite the lines to him.

Our Love

You hold my hand, I caress your lips,

You look into my eyes and my heart beat skips.

I stroke your back skin so soft and smooth,

I admire your face, every line, every groove.

We move in a little closer, our bodies entwine,

you touch my neck, it sends shivers down my spine.

You whisper that you love me and I know it's true

because I feel it in my heart and I love you too.

- Zalihe Hussain -

She flipped the book shut and stood. "I didn't know you worked here," she said, her brows furrowing. Daryl laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

"I may know a few things about cars," he said guiltily. He could have fixed her car last night in the Hearth parking lot but he decided against it. He wanted to spend more time with her and that meant abandoning the plan to fix her car and give her a ride home.

Her jaw dropped at her realization. "You do know about cars!" She thwacked him with her book of poetry. "You bastard, you could have fixed my car last night and I would have saved all this money," her face twisted into anger.

Daryl had to admit, she was pretty cute when she was angry. "Don't worry about it. It's on the house," he said, pulling the money out of his pocket and handing it back to the rightful owner. Beth snatched it back, but her expression softened.

"You just wanted to give me a ride home, didn't you?" She asked, her hands balling up into fists on her hips. Daryl curled his lips in, forcing himself not to smile at her tirade. "Didn't you?" She asked again. Daryl shrugged.

"Maybe. But let me make it up to you," he said. "Dinner, tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at your house," he said, hopeful. He watched as she thought about it. He knew when her shoulders sagged that she had already decided it was worth it.

She pointed a finger at him. "No more tricks, and you're paying, just for this," she said, a smirk cracking onto her lips.

"Yes, ma'am," Daryl agreed to her. "Oh, and wear something nice," he said. He may be a grease monkey, but he could appreciate a woman in a nice dress. He watched Beth bite her lip and nod. "Let me walk you out," he said, reaching out and touched her elbow."

Beth let him guide her through the door as he held it open for her. The cool winter air hit Beth's face with a snap. She spotted her car in the driveway, the man from the tow truck leaning against the hood. She felt Daryl stiffen beside her. She looked up to him, but his eyes were focused on the man and the storm had returned in his eyes.

Daryl wound his arm around her shoulders, and Beth didn't know why, but he let her. Something was up with this man Merle. "Little brother," he drawled, peeling himself off the hood. They were related? "Sugar Tits," he greeted Beth with not such nice infliction in his voice.

He looked back to Daryl, ignoring the woman at his side. "So, you think because you're fucking this lady she can get by without paying for my services?" He asked, sidling up to Daryl – their chests almost touching.

Merle didn't take kindly to a woman getting in the way of his money. "It's not like that," Daryl said. "She's a friend."

"It doesn't matter what she is," Merle said. "I want my money," he said, side gazing at Beth. He held up Beth's keys on his index finger. "Keys for the money," he said, making a deal with her.

Beth rolled her eyes. She was willing to pay it before, why wouldn't she be now? "Merle," Daryl said, trying to grab for the keys but Merle snatched his hand away in time. Daryl was about to step forward when he felt Beth's tiny hand on his arm.

She held out the wad of cash he had given her before to Merle. Merle smiled, taking the money and tossing the keys to Beth. "She knows when to obey," he said to Daryl. "Maybe she can teach you some pointers, little brother," he said, counting out the cash again and stuffing it back into his pocket.

He shot his brother one last look before stomping back into the garage. When he was out of view, Beth looked up to Daryl. "What was that about? Is he your brother?" She asked, a shiver running through her.

Daryl nodded, letting his arm drop from her shoulders. "He's my older brother. We… don't get along well," he said, avoiding her gaze. She nodded, understanding. She didn't get along with her sister Maggie either. "This doesn't effect our plans at all, does it?" He asked, holding his breath.

"Of course not," Beth breathed. She wouldn't let a shit older brother fuck up her date with this mysterious man. "Seven o'clock?" She asked, looking up to him. He nodded then snatched the keys from her hand.

He unlocked the door and opened it for her. "Might wanna leave before he comes out her and yells at yah for loitering," he said, handing her back the keys as she slid into the seat. She nodded, biting her lip again. Daryl wanted that lip between his teeth, not hers. She stuck the key into the ignition and it started right up.

"Thanks… Daryl," Beth said, looking up at him as he leaned against the open door. He nodded at her. "See yah tomorrow," she continued smiling. The familiar twitch came as Daryl straightened up away from the car again. He shut her door, watched as she pulled out of the driveway and drive down the street.

"Shit," Daryl said. He knew this girl was going to drive him to the brink of insanity – but he loved it. He always loved a game when it came to his women. Especially when Beth Greene was the prize.

I'm trying to make this story a little sexy, and hopefully I'm succeeding! But, they've got a date! Anyone have any ideas as to what's going to happen? (: Anything I can improve on? Review please (: