He said we should grab a coffee back at the garage where everyone went once the night’s work was finished. Long after everyone else had drifted home from the garage Steve and I would still be there talking.While at work he would look out for me by removing drunk passenger’s from my car if he didn’t think I would be able to deal with them, and was just generally my all round protector.Steve had to travel 150 miles to work and stayed with family, or friends in the area. As I mostly keep my marital problems to myself it wasn’t until years later Steve would come to tell me he always had a bad feeling about my husband.He knew something was not right between us and could see there was no love. During work one night he picked up Kathy, an old girlfriend from his teenage years.He struggled with the guilt, and his ever increasing feelings for me.On the 21st of September, it was Steve’s older brother Mark’s birthday.
He was desperately trying to extract himself from Kathy’s grasp but she kept telling him she would fall apart if he left.
I knew that our feelings for each other were growing stronger.
One night we happened to pull into the garage at the same time to fuel up during a shift.
We went in to pay for our fuel and walked out onto the forecourt together.
As I went to walk towards my car, he grabbed my hand, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me.