Shifting Gears (Crossroads Series Book 2)(6)

By: Riley Hart

“I think it was fate you needed lube and stumbled into Rods-N-Ends, that’s what I think. Bryce said someone just gave their notice. His last day is in two weeks, so they’re looking.”

Landon let out a deep breath. It was as though half of the weight in his chest floated away with it. He had no doubt he could get the job if he applied. He was good. He had been trained at the best motorcycle mechanic school in the country. If someone was hiring, he’d get the job. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. It’s not a guarantee, but—”

“No, no. I get it. If someone needs help, I’m confident I can get the job, though. I’m good at what I do.”

Rod laughed. His statement probably made him sound conceited, but he didn’t care. He had faith in his ability. There was nothing wrong with that.

“I’ll text you the information…. Good at what you do, huh? I bet you get all the guys with that kind of talk.”

“Girls too,” Landon reminded him, though he wasn’t sure why.

“I can appreciate women. I don’t want one. Never have and never will, but I’m not scared of vagina, so stop trying to push me away by reminding me you don’t only like ass.”

“That’s not what I was doing.” Although he was pretty sure it was. “So, how’d you get into the business of lube and dildos?” As soon as he asked the question, he wished he hadn’t. He wondered why he had. He didn’t know Rod. What reason did he have to chat on the phone with him? Hell, he didn’t talk on the phone with anyone. He hated the damn thing.

“They say to do what you know…”

Landon chuckled. “Well, yeah, there’s that, I guess.” But there was more to it. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he did.

“I needed a job when I was in college. I wanted to piss my dad off, so I figured what better way than to sell evil, dirty things? Especially if some of those things were for the gays.”

Rod spoke like it was a joke, but Landon could hear the underlying anger in his words. He felt bad for the man. Maybe the people he’d grown up with wouldn’t have accepted his bisexuality but he always knew his mom and sister would. His piece-of-shit father had been gone by the time he’d realized it, so he hadn’t mattered.

“I was going to be a teacher, if you can believe that,” Rod chuckled. “But halfway through school I realized it wasn’t for me. So, I kept selling sin. Why not live up to my obvious worthlessness? It was stupid, staying around just to piss him off, but on the other hand, I like what I do. I’m a people person and I enjoy sex. I meet interesting customers while doing my job and don’t laugh, but I’m bringing them pleasure, in a way. Nothing wrong with that. So after my dad passed, I stuck with it. Even though I liked what I did, I knew I wanted more. Took some prodding from Nick and Bryce, but finally I applied for a loan and Rods-N-Ends was born.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Landon told him. There were unresolved issues with his father. He’d made that apparent, but losing him still had to hurt. Landon wouldn’t know. He had no idea if his own father was dead or alive.

When Rod didn’t reply, he knew it was time to pull some of the heat off of him. It wasn’t as though Landon wanted to talk about dads anyway. He had enough unresolved issues of his own to deal with. “You’re doing what you love. That’s what matters. I feel that way about working on bikes. I thought about opening my own shop, but I guess it’s good I didn’t since I ended up moving back here.”

“And now you’ll get a job with Bryce and do what you love again.”

Landon nodded as though Rod could see him, not sure what to say next. Just as he opened his mouth to announce that he should probably go, Rod said, “I’ll make ya famous.”