#prescottmatthew

Chesney had completely innocent intentions when she’d offered her number to Matt Prescott. After all, she’d known his sister and her girls. She’s lost her mother. She was essentially the perfect person to help his nieces through the transition they were experiencing. Dinner had been fairly simple, she’d come by early enough to help the girls cook something for Matt because she wanted to get to talk to them without the lingering uncle vibe. After, she sat in Hannah’s room talking with the girls, grateful to get through some heavy stuff. She tucked them each in and shut the door, moving down the hallway toward Matt. Finding him in the kitchen, Chesney leaned against a counter, looking around to see if there was anything else she could do. “Do you need help with the dishes or anything? They’re asleep now. I think it was good for them to talk about some of that stuff, but it’s always draining to process.” She rubbed her hands together before smoothing them over the denim skirt she was wearing. “They’ll probably sleep well tonight, so don’t be surprised if they miss alarms tomorrow morning.”

“Hey man, thanks for coming,” Hunter said as he slid off the tailgate of the truck that was most certainly not his own. “Rita just popped inside to use the bathroom. I keep tellin’ her to buy a new car but she never listens. I think it’s the spark plug, it might just be loose or whatever, but you’ll probably have a better idea.” He gestured toward the lifted hood of the truck, absentmindedly scratching at his chin as he threw a glance toward the door of the bar. “Listen, don’t let her pay for it, okay? I’ll get it this time, she’s got enough shit to deal with. I’ll pay for it and see if I can’t figure out some way to pay you back on top of that, okay?” He had a fairly good idea of what he could do to pay the man back, knowing full well that Matt was bisexual. They’d flirted back and forth enough over the bar inside. It was probably why he was the mechanic that Hunter had called tonight instead of someone else.

Ches wasn’t exactly embarrassed by what had unfolded with Matthew Prescott, but she definitely wasn’t one to go around bragging about her exploits with people. It wasn’t her style, and honestly, it was a little bit rare that he’d even gotten as far as he had. She was usually much more reserved when it came to hooking up with people, but he’d been the perfect kind of distraction at just the right time. Besides, the guy knew what he was doing, and that hadn’t been much of a disappointment at all.

Internally, she knew she shouldn’t be toeing the line with him willy-nilly, but something about whatever this was gave Chesney a reason to keep it up. She liked the fact that he wasn’t putting a label on it, wasn’t one for strings or getting caught up in definitions of what they were and weren’t. She needed that kind of mindless physical tension relief right now. When she found herself standing alone as he passed by, Chesney reached out and grabbed his arm, tugging him toward her. “Hey Prescott,” she said with a smile, “if I’d known you cleaned up this good, I would’ve asked you to come as my date.” It wasn’t a lie, but it absolutely wasn’t a flat out truth, either. She had a feeling he could tell just how light she wanted to keep things, too. He wasn’t the type of guy who struck her as reading into things too much. “How are the girls?”