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- Authors: Tory Baker
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Delilah
Present Day
“Ugh.” The last person I should be thinking about is Fletcher Wild. So
what if his touch is permanently seared to my memory? Not to
mention his scent. I swear the slightest combination of lemon,
cedarwood, and mint, well, my knees are trembling as I’m tossed back into
a memory I’ve been trying to avoid.
Maybe if I bury my head in the sand, it’ll keep my mind off the man
who pretty much wined, dined, and sixty-nined me on the side of the road
after saving me from my flat tire. Fletch did me a solid. He helped me out
when no one was around, coming to my rescue like the poor damsel in
distress from a princess movie. Only his parting gift was an orgasm of all
orgasms. He literally ruined me for every other person, including myself.
Yep, even my own fingers and toys are no longer doing the trick. I am
absolutely one hundred percent pitiful.
“What did your car ever do to you, sweet pea?” I’ve only just slammed
my door shut, looking down at the tire. The tire that got me into all this
trouble in the first place. It’s the fault of a massive piece of metal I
happened to run over. As much as I tried to avoid the culprit, it was
impossible. Oncoming traffic on one side and a ditch on the other meant
there was no other choice. Thankfully, there was an intersection coming up
once the thump, thump, thump of my tire had me slowing down and driving
as carefully as possible.
“It’s more like what it didn’t do to me,” I respond, looking up at my
dad. He’s in his standard uniform shirt, badge around his neck, hat on his
head, gun at his waist, black denim jeans, boots that have seen better days,
and his hands on his hips. The dad pose of all poses. He hasn’t changed
much over the years. Dad is a creature of habit and despises all things
change. Mom and I make fun of him every chance we get, a man of routine
through and through. Even now he’s standing the exact same way as all
those funny video clips talking about their dads, only he has a bit of his
police chief title thrown into the mix.
“Yeah, your mother mentioned you were stuck having to buy two new
tires. How much that set you back?” I grumble. I really don’t want to hear
what he has to say, even if he’s right. This is dad’s same old song and
dance. ‘You should have bought this car instead of what you’re tooling
around in.’ Well, I wanted to be impractical.
There was no need for a big,
massive, armored vehicle that Dad would prefer his only daughter drive.
My two-door Lexus RC 300 about gave Dad a heart attack when I pulled up
in the driveway after I finagled one hell of a deal.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” This is the first time in a year I question
myself about my fire-engine red car. Tires, oil changes, and routine
maintenance on vehicles are absurd, no matter what the make and model of
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