Page 30 of Diesel's Perseverance
Brushing back a few strands of hair from her face, she said, “You know that’s what I meant.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“We need to trust each other.”
“No shit.”
“But you don’t.”
Diesel’s eyes scanned over her face, but he didn’t answer.
“There are some things that a person may want to keep private,” she whispered.
“That’s true, but for me, trust is essential. It’s that simple.”
“Nothing’s that simple. Experiences make a difference on whether or not a person can trust someone or tell certain things.”
“What experiences?”
“Life. You know, childhood shit, like a boyfriend cheating on you or someone you love changing, stuff like that.” She crushed the empty soda can with one hand. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I came out here to relax.”
“You gotta talk about it sometime,” he replied.
“I know, but just not now.”
They sat in silence for the next several minutes, the leaves rustling through the tree enveloping them.
“I better get back to work,” she said, pushing up.
“Me too.”
“Your friends are still inside. Do you wash their motorcycles?”
A small laugh pushed through his lips. “No.”
“They just came by to say hi?”
“Or order some stuff. One of the brothers, Jerry, makes custom bike ornaments. We sell them in the shop and online.”
“I’ll have to check out the website.” She brushed the grass from the back of her jeans. “Are we good?”
He swept his fingers over her hand. “Yeah.”
The light touch sent electricity crackling through her. She jerked her hand back and looked away.
“There’s a family barbecue tonight. Do you want to go?”
“At the clubhouse?”
“At our VP’s house.”
“Does everyone go?”
“Pretty much. So, do you want to go or keep asking questions about it?”
“I’ll go. What time?”
“We’ll leave around six.”
