Here she comes. I'm not sure how I feel about it-- seeing her emerge from the store carrying her bag slung over her shoulder and her helmet by the chin strap in her other hand.

She never intended to stay here and I sure as hell wasn't asking her to but she hasn't been the worst company I've ever had. It'd have been fine by me if Dave had taken a couple more days to get out here.

What the hell am I thinking?

I need the tanks full, every day they've been dry has meant regular business passing me by. I haven't just been losing out on the sales from gasoline, it's all the coffee and soda and chips and smokes that the regulars aren't picking up while they're filling up.

Business has been slim.

My eyes follow the sway of Jordan's hips as she walks my way and I feel the familiar pull as my cock strains against my jeans.

Slow days have given me a great chance to get to know every inch of that hot little body of hers, I can't say we haven't been taking full advantage of the lack of customers.

"Got everything?" I ask as she sets her tail bag back on the bike's rear rack and starts strapping it down.

"Yeah, I checked the place twice, I'm pretty sure I have it all," Jordan answers without looking away from her task, "I left my address and number on your desk though, so if you find anything that looks important, could you ship it to me?"

There's a lilt in her voice that I haven't heard before. Bright and eager, like she can't wait to get back on the road.

Guess I can't blame her, she's been stuck here for days with no one to talk to except me and Ninja.

Shit, Ninja's gonna miss her. That damn dog took a liking to Jordan from the beginning.

"You say goodbye to Ninj?" I ask.

Jordan doesn't answer right away and I'm pretty sure I see her jaw tighten next to her ear before she grins and shoots me a casual, "Yup, sure did. Told her to take good care of you," without looking up from where she's kneeling down, applying some gunk from a tube to the chain on the bike to lube it up.

"That dog likes you more than she likes me," I tell her. It's true too. Ninja and I have always had a love hate relationship.

Jordan opens the cap on the gas tank and waits while I fill it for her. Technically, she could handle the actual filling herself since it's a bike, but she lets me handle the gas pump while she stands back and watches me with a look on her face I haven't learned yet.

3 days. Just over 3 days is all the time I got to learn her facial expressions and so much more about her. This new look on her face tells me it wasn't long enough, there's obviously so much more to know about her.

"I'm going to miss her," Jordan finally says, meeting my eyes this time when I look up at her, "she's a good dog."

I make sure I top off her tank as high as it's safe to fill it before hanging the pump back up. Jordan tightens the gas cap back on and hits the starter on the bike.

It refuses to turn over several times and I'm a little surprised at the thrill of hope that runs through me when it looks like her battery's at least dead enough to keep her here another night while I put the charger on it.

Too bad for me and Ninja, Jordan knows how her little motorcycle works. She double checks the choke and twists the throttle while she hits the ignition button again. For a second I think Ninja's going to win, and then the bike roars to life.

"She's a pain in the ass," I mutter, mostly still talking about the dog.

Jordan leaves the bike running but steps away from the sound of the engine, "Yeah, you two don't seem like a perfect match, did you inherit her with the store?"

"Nah, someone dropped her off. She just showed up sleeping on the back landing. I don't even know how long she'd been calling my doorstep home since the only time I used those stairs before she showed up was when I went to town."

"Lucky for you, you found her."

"Lucky for me?" I ask.

Jordan and I are walking back to the store. I know it's safe to leave her bike running, but part of me can't help but hope some kid takes advantage of the key in the ignition and a full tank of gas.

I'm not sure why we're headed inside. The only thing she left in the store is the coffee mug she jacked from my apartment.

"Yes, lucky for you," she laughs as she holds the door open for me, "it can't be good for you to live out here all alone. It's good to have a little responsibility to keep you sane."

Now that makes me laugh out loud, the idea that that crazy little monster has anything to do with my sanity other than testing it!

"It's like you know a completely different dog than I do," I tell Jordan.

I stop in front of the counter and catch her off guard. She bumps into me and we stare at each other in silence like we haven't spent the last 3 days touching and tasting each other in every conceivable way.

Jordan reaches into her pocket, "I figured I oughta pay for the gas?" she says a timid voice I would never expect from her.

"I think you probably owe me more for the coffee." It's supposed to be a joke, even though it's also true, but my voice falls flat as I stare into the stormy gray eyes looking back at me.

Her mug is still sitting where she left it earlier. Her eyes dart in the direction of the coffee maker and her cheeks flush slightly as a bit of a smirk curls her lips.

"I'm kidding, Jo," I assure her, "you don't owe me anything."

Now she looks back up at me, her forehead furrowed between her eyes as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

"You sure?" she asks, "I mean, gas, coffee, food, shelter..."

"Sex," I add to the list of goods and services I've provided and I love watching the sad storminess clouding her features bloom into a wide grin.

"Yeah, I don't think it's legal to charge me for that though."

Sassy Jordan is back, giving me a light punch in the gut.

"So that's everything? You're ready to roll?" I take another look around the store, looking for anything she might have left in here.

When we've both made one last round of the place and are reasonably sure she's not leaving anything behind, I hold the door open for her and then follow her back out.