Page 4 of Switchin' Lanes

“Hey, hot stuff! I like the pink,” she tells me as soon as I walk into the house.

“Thanks!”

“What are you doing home? I thought you were going to see Diesel?”

“I am. I wanted to change first,” I tell her. “Shouldn’t you be at the diner?”

“Yeah, my shift is in ten minutes. I’m going to be late.” She shrugs.

I laugh. “You better get going. Have a good shift.”

“Have fun with Diesel.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me then walks out the door.

I shake my head, walking to my room. I grab my favorite pair of dark blue distressed jeans, a military green cropped hoodie, and a pair of white Converse out of my closet. Once I’m dressed I head into my bathroom to do my makeup. I settle for a dusty rose smokey eye and a matte nude lip. As I walk out of my room, I send a text to Diesel.

To D:I’m leaving my house now. Do you need me to pick anything up?

He responds right away.

From D:Nah, just need your pretty face to brighten my day. ;)

His text brings a smile to my face. Something he’s always been good at, even when I don’t want to smile.

To D:I’ll be there soon.

I slide my phone into my back pocket, lock up the house, and hop in my car. On the drive to the clubhouse, all I can think about is how Diesel is going to react to my hair.

I pull up to the gate and Mouse lets me right in. I park in the area designated for cars. I grab the door handle, but before I can open it, it swings open. I come face to face with Hollywood.

“Tink.” The expression on his face twists into what seems like a mix of confusion and annoyance. “You colored your hair.”

My eyebrows knit together. “I did.”

“Hmph.” He shoves past me, climbing on his motorcycle and taking off.

I fight back the tears welling in my eyes and head to Diesel’s room. I don’t know if Hollywood’s ice-cold behavior will ever get any easier to deal with.