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I could tell hi was out of the question If I wanted to try it he was eager to coht me so much about my body What I liked and didn’t like soon me that I didn’t want He was damn near perfect, but perfect is an illusion Perfect doesn’t exist

Thinking of the past has ain I could shoot him and leave him for dead I could blaht h inwardly to myself

Speaking of, I look back over etting dark and I can’t tell My hands are cold so I move them up under Wrecker’s shirt and use the warmth of his abdomen to warm them

He stiffens at the touch of my cold hands but quickly relaxes, as he used to e rode together I hope he knows that ifhim like this

Chapter 7

Wrecker

When Harlee’s aro around me, it is just like old times except this tie that When this is all over she’ll be onna flip her shit when she finds out where I a her

“How much further?” She questions when coht

“Far enough,” I call over my shoulder at her

We ride for another fifty miles before she asks for food I need to fuel up anyway so I give in There’s a truck stop not far that is a little out of the way but they have a diner across the road that has areasy drive thru shit that’s been sitting on a hotplate all day and tastes like rubber

I pull in at the pu her out of ht Someone wants to use Harlee as an example I’ll die before I let anyone hurt her

When we get to the diner she tries to sit across fro it I h She stiffens at et I will soften her up soon enough I kno to push her buttons and how to heat her up She et her alone in a room I’ll set her damn panties ablaze

“Don’t even think about it, Princess You’re in danger I don’t knohy yet, but I’ chances; you don’t leave my side”

“I think I’d rather be dead,” she mutters under her breath

I’m about to reply e’re interrupted by a hot waitress ay too big tits If I blew on her, I wonder would she fall over?