Breaking the Silence (Hard Drive Book 2) (3 page)

Cody typed into the register. “Awesome. I hear you’re here to talk to Avery.”

Rico watched Avery work, his eyes raking over her figure. “That I am.”

“Dude, you can’t tell her who you are.”

Rico laughed. “What do you mean I can’t tell her who I am?”

Cody glanced over at Avery warily. He looked like he was certain he would get busted. Then, he leaned across the counter and spoke in hushed tones. “You can’t tell her about being huge in the MMA.”

“Why not?”

“She hates celebrities. Doesn’t matter what kind they are. If you have any sort of following, she despises you. I’ve watched her set those celebrity magazines on fire behind the shop.”

Rico frowned. He certainly had a following. He had fans who tracked his career back from his boxing days in high school. “Great advice. Thanks, man.”

“No problem.” Cody took Rico’s grin with an adoring smile. Rico chuckled as he stepped away from the counter to wait for the drinks.

The tinkling bell on the door announced the arrival of another customer. Chloe stepped in, dressed in a T-shirt and denim shorts, her hair up in its customary ponytail. Rico took the drinks from Avery with a wink then hurried across the room to sit at the table Chloe had chosen next to the large, front window. He glanced behind to catch Avery slipping her apron off and disappearing into the back room, probably to punch out.

“Hey,” Chloe greeted, as Rico set the cup of coffee before her. “Thanks. Did you put—?”

“You can doctor your coffee in a minute,” Rico snapped as he dropped into the chair beside her. “We got to talk.”

“You don’t have to bite my head off.”

“I’m sorry. But this is important. We can’t mention my career in MMA, Hard Drive, fighting, or anything. We met at the gym. I hang drywall. That’s it. And I’m one of those crazy bodybuilders. I have never been near an octagon, other than to go watch a fight or two with buddies. All right?”

Chloe stared at him, clearly baffled. “Wait. What?”

Rico grinned as he watched Avery approach. “I’ll explain later,” he muttered as he stood to greet her with a hug then pulled out her chair.

Chloe shook her head confused. She forced a smile on her face for Avery. “Hello, Avery. This is my friend, Rico
.”

Avery signed something in answer. Rico looked at her, puzzled. “She says it’s nice to meet you, Rico,” Chloe reported.

“I want to know more about her,” Rico requested.

“Then tell her that, you moron. I just talked to her, didn’t I? Just look at her so she can read your lips.”

“Oh.” Rico felt his cheeks warm. He hoped Avery couldn’t see him blushing. By her amused smile he could tell she noticed. He took a deep breath. “So, Avery. Tell me about yourself.”

Avery responded with her hands. Rico watched her long, delicate fingers as they formed the words. An urge built deep inside him to kiss the tips of each.

Chloe smiled as Avery finished and began translating. “I was a Marine. I served as a military police officer in Afghanistan. I’m now working on my Masters in Psychology at the University of Minnesota.”

Rico frowned. Instinctively, he pointed to his ear. “I didn’t think…”

He was distracted by Avery’s flying fingers. He noticed her crystal blue eyes narrow angrily as they did. The smile faded from Chloe’s face. “I lost my hearing in combat. IED.”

Rico’s heart swelled with pride. He barely knew this girl, and he could tell she was something incredible.
Definitely not one-night stand material
. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. Can you talk?”

Avery’s lips turned up in a small smile as she responded. Chloe spoke. “No. My vocal cords are mostly paralyzed. I’m not sure if it was from the blast or from when I was intubated for surgery. They tried to repair it. I went through months of therapy to try to make it work. I can make some noises. I can laugh a little. But when I tried to talk it didn’t work. Maybe someday they’ll work. Right now they don’t.”

Rico winked at her. “Give it a try. I’d love to hear it. I’m sure it’s music.”

“You’re sweet. But no.” Chloe laughed as she faced Avery. “He’s something else, isn’t he?”

“Hey now,” Rico scowled at Chloe then turned to Avery with a smile. “That’s too bad. I’m sure your voice would be as incredible as the rest of you.”

Avery blushed as her fingers flew. Chloe laughed before she translated. “You’re a smooth talker, aren’t you?”

“For you, baby, it’s only the truth.”

Avery shook her head and stood. She signed then held her hand out to Rico. “Right. I have to get to a study group. It was nice to meet you, Rico.”

Rico leapt to his feet. “Let’s go to dinner tonight.”

Avery picked up her back pack. She slipped it on her shoulder then signed.

“I don’t know.” Chloe frowned at him. “This one’s from me, not her. How do you plan on pulling that off?”

“You can come with. Bring Max. We’ll double.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. Rico turned back to Avery. “So, are you interested? I would love to take you to dinner. Maybe at eight at that little Italian restaurant two blocks over?”

Avery looked apprehensive at first, but then she nodded. She pulled her hand back, and then waved to both of them before she slipped out the front door of the café.

It took all of Rico’s self-control to keep from dashing off to his vehicle and breaking every speed limit between the cafe and his apartment to get ready for their date. However, the death glare he was getting from Chloe told him to root himself in his chair. He plastered on a smile for her as he sipped his iced tea. He would owe her big for all this. He grimaced. Unfortunately, she knew that.

They plotted out how Chloe would translate between them that evening. They would go to the nice Italian place Max liked. Chloe could sit in the corner by the wall where both could see her. And Max…

Rico sighed. On second thought, he would owe Max huge too, for commandeering his wife for the evening. And he didn’t even want to know what Max would demand. Max kept mentioning that he’d like to tear down the wall between the office and the conference room at Hard Drive to make one big office.
It’s good I like to do demolition work. Reframing the wall is going to stink.

Chloe took the final sip of her coffee. “Thanks for sticking around for me. You can go, though.”

“Hey,” he replied, “I was just spending time with my sis. Besides, if I wanted to go, I would just go. I’m a big boy.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’ve been fidgeting in your chair since Avery left. Go. Go home. Get pretty for your date.”

“I don’t need to get pretty,” he scoffed. “I’m drop dead gorgeous. But thanks.” He pecked Chloe on the cheek and slipped out the door. He knew she was watching him sprint to his Jeep. Whatever. He’d deal with her teasing later.

He raced home, not stopping until the shower water was running and sweaty gym clothes littered the floor. He normally camped out under the hot stream for at least a half hour, especially after being at Hard Drive. He couldn’t risk being late, though. He scrubbed as quickly as he could then rinsed and toweled dry. Then, he tugged on a blue shirt that matched his eyes and black slacks.

After running his fingers through his thick, dark hair a couple of times, he slipped on his shoes, locked his door, and jogged back to his vehicle.

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Rico paced the foyer of the restaurant as he waited for everyone else. His stomach was in knots as he glanced around the dining room at the checkered tablecloths and the brass lamps over each table. He had been out with hundreds of girls lately. There was something about this one though. Avery wasn’t the kind of girl he could wine and dine and take back to his apartment to stay the night. She was the kind of girl a man built a future with.

He stopped moving and frowned.
Am I ready for that?

As he turned toward the door, the question disappeared from his mind. His eyes flew open wide, and his mouth went slack. He was certain he looked like a complete idiot. Even worse, he didn’t care.

Avery stood in the doorway dressed in a mint green, floral sundress with brown leather sandals on her feet. Her long, blonde curls were held up in a ponytail that cascaded down her back. She smiled shyly at him. Awestruck, Rico took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. He didn’t let it go as they followed the waiter to a table. As they settled into their chairs, they looked up, and their eyes met.

Then, it struck Rico like lightning—they couldn’t communicate. He growled. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about this woman. Yet, he couldn’t understand the way she spoke. She could read his lips but it would be a one-way conversation. He wasn’t going to just talk about himself. He wasn’t that conceited. He looked up to see Avery watching him waiting for him to speak.

Just as Rico reached for his phone to open his notepad app he felt something brush his arm.

“Sorry we’re late,” Max grumbled. “Mustang wouldn’t start.”

Rico looked up to see Chloe quickly signing to Avery. Avery smiled brightly and responded. After they sat down, Chloe introduced Max to Avery. Rico watched, dumbfounded, as Max also communicated with her. Chloe nudged Max to remind him that Avery could read lips.

“Whoa. Wait. You can sign?” Rico demanded.

Max laughed. “Yes, a little.”

“Since when?”

“Since they needed someone at Roadie’s Gym to work with a couple of deaf clients. I put myself through a crash course.”

“Wonderful.” Rico deflated a little. He was the only one who couldn’t understand what the beautiful woman across the table was saying. “Did Chloe explain the situation to you?”

“Yeah. I can’t talk about my job. Or how we met and became friends. Or what I do for fun. Really, I just shouldn’t talk.”

Rico blew off Max’s glare as he turned back to Avery. “You’re beautiful,” he told her.

Avery blushed as she responded. Chloe spoke for her. “You aren’t bad, either. Tell me about yourself.”

“Not much to tell. I hang drywall for a construction company. When I’m not working, I’m at the gym.”

He could have sworn he saw a dreamy look in her eye. Chloe translated her words again. “I can tell that you workout.”

Rico felt his cheeks grow warm. “Tell me about you.”

“I enlisted in the Marines right out of high school and served for five years until I was injured. I went home to California to rehabilitate then moved in with my brother here in Minneapolis so I could go to school. I’m working on my Masters now. When I’m not working or studying, I volunteer with Operation First Response.”

“I’ve never heard of them.”

“They help service men and women injured in battle, along with their families. They were a tremendous help to me. What I do is a small thank you in return.” Chloe continued to translate.

Rico felt his heart swell a little. True, he barely knew this woman. But it didn’t matter. He was already so proud of her.

Avery looked at Max as her fingers asked a question. Max’s face paled, and his eyes grew wide.

Rico frowned. “What is it?” he questioned.

Max smiled at Avery then glanced warily at Rico. “There’s not much to tell about what I do, Avery.”

Rico’s stared at him in horror. “You can’t, Max.”

Max pressed his lips in a thin, angry line. Then, he turned back to Avery and signed quickly. She responded, her brow creasing. Max answered back. She smiled and nodded.

“What did they say?” Rico pleaded to Chloe.

“Max told her he owns Hard Drive. He also told her that you came in to take classes to keep in shape. He told her that you’re some crazed fitness nut. That’s how you became friends,” Chloe deciphered.

Rico breathed a sigh of relief. “I owe you, Max.”

“You have no idea,” Max growled.

They kept chatting and signing as they waited for their meals. Rico hung onto everything he learned about Avery. No woman, not even Phoebe, had ever affected him like this. She was simply incredible.

When they were finished eating and they had told Max and Chloe goodbye, Rico walked with Avery outside. The road glowed from the pure, white light of a street lamp. He took her hand in his and drew her closer. They didn’t get five steps from the restaurant when a large, black quad cab pickup pulled up to the curb. A large, intimidating man with a shaved head glared at him. Few men could actually put the fear of God into Rico. This one did.

Avery pulled free and opened the passenger door. She rummaged for something in the messenger bag on the floor. She retrieved a notebook and scribbled on it. Then, she handed it to him. Pressing a kiss against his cheek, she climbed inside the truck and pulled the door closed behind her. It was barely shut before the bald guy sped away.

Rico looked down at the message that Avery had scrawled for him.

Rico, I think you’re a great guy. If circumstances were different, I would love to go out with you again. But it’s not fair to bring your friend, Chloe, along everywhere so we can talk. I don’t think we should see each other again. I’m sorry.

Avery.

He crumpled the sheet in his hand then reared his arm back to throw it. But he stopped before he did. Sighing resignedly, he shoved the ball of paper into his pocket before he shuffled back to his Jeep.

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Chloe squinted at her computer screen as her fingers typed away. She yawned. She hated working on her and Max’s budget, especially after spending the last hour and a half kickboxing with her husband. The second she caught sight of Rico’s Jeep in the parking lot she retreated, hot and sweaty to the office.
Let the big boys beat on each other for a while.
Now, if she could only stay awake long enough to balance their checkbook.

She glanced over her shoulder at the couch Max had put in the room. Draped across it was one of her favorite blankets. It certainly looked inviting. With a sigh, she returned to her numbers.

The sounds of Max and Rico’s grunts as they sparred floated through the open door. Chloe felt bad for Rico. It had only been a couple days since their double date. She could tell Avery had wounded him when she said they were done. Chloe understood where Avery was coming from. How could they have a relationship without communication? Still, this girl had gotten to Rico. Chloe had never seen him react this way about a woman. She doubted she’d ever see it again.