to have to think about that if I could help it. Why I cared was beyond me, but irrational or not, if I could help her, I would.
“My daddy. He taught me everything he knew. He used to be an Army Ranger. He taught me how to track. Shoot. Protect myself. Any knowledge he had to give, he taught to me,” she smiled.
Opening the door, I gestured with my hand for her to get in. She looked up, hiked up her skirt, and started to climb in.
I was going to hell.
I just sat there and watched as she climbed in; her white satin skin flashed as she hoisted her leg onto the step. I didn’t help a bit.
I was enjoying the show too much to offer assistance.
Once she was settled, I slammed her door, walked around the car, and adjusted my crotch before I hauled myself into the Jeep. Starting the vehicle, I pulled onto the highway and made a U-turn into the direction she’d once been going. “Why didn’t you just shoot her?”
She looked at me as if I was stupid. “What exactly is a twenty two pistol going to do? That’d just irritate her and make her run from me. I wanted to finish the job, not exacerbate it.”
I grinned at that comment.
She was right.
Chapter 2
Today I don’t feel like doing anything. Except you. I’d do you.
-E-card
Blaine
One week later
I was in love with him.
There were no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. The man had a hold on my heart from the moment we’d met, and hasn’t left my thoughts since.
After taking me to the funeral, he took me home and then refused to leave because he was worried I had sustained a concussion in the wreck.
He’d cleaned my wound fully when we got to the funeral, deemed it a ‘scratch,’ and sat in the back of the chapel.
I’d been an emotional wreck, and at some point, he’d slipped in next to me in the empty spot to my right when I wasn’t looking. From there he’d held my hand, and then moved to holding me as I cried in his arms.
When we’d arrived at my apartment, he’d gone about making me dinner, and then we’d rented a movie on cable, while I tried my best not to dwell on the disaster of the day.
While there, we’d talked about our age gap. Our parents. My deceased Jeep. Anything and everything. He was very open and he told me anything I wanted to know.
He was twenty-three to my twenty. We spoke about what I did while I was going to college. What my goals were once I was done with school.
He’d laughed when I told him I wanted to be a mystery shopper and open my own business, but once he’d ascertained my seriousness, he’d quickly changed his opinion. I was damn well going to accomplish my dream.
He’d even shared with me his biggest embarrassment.
He couldn’t dance. Not even a little bit. Which he’d demonstrated when I’d jokingly started to dance with him when the song U Got It Bad came on while we were cooking dinner.
I still had the bruises on my feet to prove it.
He’d given it a valiant try, but in the end I’d been laughing too hard to continue.
Finally, we’d fallen asleep together on the couch, about halfway through the movie, and he’d woken me up every hour on the dot without the aid of an alarm clock.
Now I was looking out my window, practically jumping up and down on my toes, as I watched him pull over and flip the kickstand down on his shiny, black motorcycle. I’d never been on one before, but the moment he’d said that he had a bike, I knew I wanted to ride on it with him.
I smiled wide when I saw him tap the pink helmet that was strapped to the back of the bike, knowing instinctively that he’d purchased that especially for me.
I stared out the little peephole and waited for him to walk up the steps to my apartment.
Then I watched as he looked at the hole in the door for what seemed like ages before he knocked. Did he know I was sitting there watching him?
He looked so cute in his black jeans, black boots, royal blue t-shirt, and backwards baseball cap. Even with his shirt tucked in and his
“My daddy. He taught me everything he knew. He used to be an Army Ranger. He taught me how to track. Shoot. Protect myself. Any knowledge he had to give, he taught to me,” she smiled.
Opening the door, I gestured with my hand for her to get in. She looked up, hiked up her skirt, and started to climb in.
I was going to hell.
I just sat there and watched as she climbed in; her white satin skin flashed as she hoisted her leg onto the step. I didn’t help a bit.
I was enjoying the show too much to offer assistance.
Once she was settled, I slammed her door, walked around the car, and adjusted my crotch before I hauled myself into the Jeep. Starting the vehicle, I pulled onto the highway and made a U-turn into the direction she’d once been going. “Why didn’t you just shoot her?”
She looked at me as if I was stupid. “What exactly is a twenty two pistol going to do? That’d just irritate her and make her run from me. I wanted to finish the job, not exacerbate it.”
I grinned at that comment.
She was right.
Chapter 2
Today I don’t feel like doing anything. Except you. I’d do you.
-E-card
Blaine
One week later
I was in love with him.
There were no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. The man had a hold on my heart from the moment we’d met, and hasn’t left my thoughts since.
After taking me to the funeral, he took me home and then refused to leave because he was worried I had sustained a concussion in the wreck.
He’d cleaned my wound fully when we got to the funeral, deemed it a ‘scratch,’ and sat in the back of the chapel.
I’d been an emotional wreck, and at some point, he’d slipped in next to me in the empty spot to my right when I wasn’t looking. From there he’d held my hand, and then moved to holding me as I cried in his arms.
When we’d arrived at my apartment, he’d gone about making me dinner, and then we’d rented a movie on cable, while I tried my best not to dwell on the disaster of the day.
While there, we’d talked about our age gap. Our parents. My deceased Jeep. Anything and everything. He was very open and he told me anything I wanted to know.
He was twenty-three to my twenty. We spoke about what I did while I was going to college. What my goals were once I was done with school.
He’d laughed when I told him I wanted to be a mystery shopper and open my own business, but once he’d ascertained my seriousness, he’d quickly changed his opinion. I was damn well going to accomplish my dream.
He’d even shared with me his biggest embarrassment.
He couldn’t dance. Not even a little bit. Which he’d demonstrated when I’d jokingly started to dance with him when the song U Got It Bad came on while we were cooking dinner.
I still had the bruises on my feet to prove it.
He’d given it a valiant try, but in the end I’d been laughing too hard to continue.
Finally, we’d fallen asleep together on the couch, about halfway through the movie, and he’d woken me up every hour on the dot without the aid of an alarm clock.
Now I was looking out my window, practically jumping up and down on my toes, as I watched him pull over and flip the kickstand down on his shiny, black motorcycle. I’d never been on one before, but the moment he’d said that he had a bike, I knew I wanted to ride on it with him.
I smiled wide when I saw him tap the pink helmet that was strapped to the back of the bike, knowing instinctively that he’d purchased that especially for me.
I stared out the little peephole and waited for him to walk up the steps to my apartment.
Then I watched as he looked at the hole in the door for what seemed like ages before he knocked. Did he know I was sitting there watching him?
He looked so cute in his black jeans, black boots, royal blue t-shirt, and backwards baseball cap. Even with his shirt tucked in and his
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