shop on the south side of town with my dad." He looked at my dress and made me feel small and insufficient. "I'm sure it's not your fi

car, then I would have a chance at seeing him again. I winced at the way

few weeks to be able to get what I need, but if y

ss would have it covered. It was an election year, and Camille was the governor's daughter. My association with her, and

ve me your number, and I'll look at the books when

t. Holding his phone was such as holding something precious because it was his. It was also warm fr

to his front pocket and stepped around to approach me. "Do you have a minute? I just

in a hurry."

and a small strip of golden sun-kissed skin. If that was an ink on his side, I was going to faint. He slapped the fender and stepped out from under the car. "It seems to be fine,

when my phone rang and Stephen Ashfor

" I said. "Mm-hmm." Pause. "No, I'll take care of him." Pause. "I said I would take care of it." Pause

on the man before me, butterfli

nquired, his

ss politics,

ed the back of his nec

nk with my head, I

hen his palm hit mine, I received a shock of electricity, as if closing your hand around a live wire. The callouses on his palms sent my

an As

iking my balls squarely. "Wow, they reall

but chuckle. "Yo

l this. I'll text you later and let y

to those back-up lights next time, and maybe send a letter to m

w out a laugh. My cock stayed on the lo

thing to do, but did I re