chapter eight
CHARLIE
After writing out a check for the car without blinking an eye, Trey insists on staying behind with me until I lock up the shop.
“I know you can handle with your wrench and all, but it will make me feel better to know you’re leaving okay.”
I’d been touched by his words, though I knew better than to let it show. I’m still trying to figure out what exactly Trey Johnson is after.
If he wants a challenge, he’s certainly got one. My dad taught me to guard myself and the ‘one thing’ that guys obsess about from men like Trey.
I’m not stupid and I’m not blind. I look for the little things.
Respect for all women, but especially for his mom and sisters.
Values.
Principles.
Morals.
I have a list of characteristics that I need to see in a man before I’m down with hangin
