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Raising my eyebrows, I ask, “What happened to your ‘bag and tag’ policy?”
“She got in my head, mate. I was with that girl last night. You know the one, crazy hair and too many piercings. Tried getting at you, but you turned her down.”
“Yes, I know the one,” I reply.
“So anyway she was a wild card. Could’ve given that tattooed goddess in the pornos a run for her money, I’ll give her that much. The whole time I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking, ‘She’s not Lacey’. So I called her up this morning and invited her to come along.”
“Last time I saw her; she was ready to have your head on a dingy bar tray. How’d you pull that off?”
“What can I say?” He shrugs, standing as Lacey comes aboard. “I have a way with the ladies.”
Shaking my head, I stand and head toward my quarters.
“Jesse,” Lacey calls, forcing me to turn around. “Before you run off, I have something for you.” Confused, I watch her make her way down the narrow space between the kitchenette and the table. “It’s from Country,” she whispers, pulling a neatly folded piece of paper from her back pocket.
Clasping my hand around the letter, I stare at her trying to form words. Nodding, she signals her understanding and finds her way back to Tag’s arms. Nauseating bundle of flutters in my stomach, I continue my way to my room, the only private room available. Sitting on the bed, I kick of my shoes and rub my face. A part of me wants to open the letter and devour every word within. Another thinks it’s best to leave well enough alone. Torn between my desire to make Sophie mine and my inability to watch my heart being ripped from its rightful place in my chest again, I lie back. Eyes trained on the ceiling I allow my thoughts to consume me until the rhythm of the road lulls me to sleep.
Sophie
“Okay, Marcus is occupied with a coloring book and Netflix on my phone. What the hell happened to you?” Kita asks, sitting across the table from me. “You’ve been crying since I brought him home. I know you’re not this emotional over Lace running off with whoever that guy’s supposed to be. So, what is it?”
“No, it’s not Lacey,” I reply, wiping tears from my cheeks. “Although, I could’ve died on the spot when she handed over the keys to her car and told me to use it for the next few weeks. That’ll buy me a little time.”
“Yeah, Pops and Unc are going to have a look under the hood of your heap today. With a little luck, they’ll get it straightened out.”
“Even if they do, it’ll be years before I can afford the repairs.”
“Sophie,” Folding her arms and leaning back, she looks at me. “I want you and Marcus to move back in with me. We still have the extra room. Lacey’s cousin was supposed to move in, but she never did. Rent is much cheaper when you split it three ways, utilities too.” She pulls an envelope out of the back pocket of her shorts and slides it my way. “After we left yesterday Pops took up a collection. It’s not much, but it should help you finalize things here. I’ll cover you for as much as I can toward the rest. We’ll figure it out.”
Already on the verge of tears again, I push the envelope away. “I can’t put anyone out like that, Kita.”
“Country, listen to me. You don’t have a choice. Your life is falling down on top of you. The fact that you’re sitting here crying into a cold cup of coffee is proof. Get over your precious pride, and let me help you.”
I laugh. “When you put it like that, how can I resist? Although, once again, you have the cause of my emotions wrong. The initial cause at least.”
“So tell me what started this whole mess then.”
Unable to look at her, I bury my face in my hands. “I screwed everything up! My whole plan derailed by one night with a man I should’ve never let in, in the first place.”
“I assume we’re talking about Jesse?” She asks, condemnation already
Raising my eyebrows, I ask, “What happened to your ‘bag and tag’ policy?”
“She got in my head, mate. I was with that girl last night. You know the one, crazy hair and too many piercings. Tried getting at you, but you turned her down.”
“Yes, I know the one,” I reply.
“So anyway she was a wild card. Could’ve given that tattooed goddess in the pornos a run for her money, I’ll give her that much. The whole time I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking, ‘She’s not Lacey’. So I called her up this morning and invited her to come along.”
“Last time I saw her; she was ready to have your head on a dingy bar tray. How’d you pull that off?”
“What can I say?” He shrugs, standing as Lacey comes aboard. “I have a way with the ladies.”
Shaking my head, I stand and head toward my quarters.
“Jesse,” Lacey calls, forcing me to turn around. “Before you run off, I have something for you.” Confused, I watch her make her way down the narrow space between the kitchenette and the table. “It’s from Country,” she whispers, pulling a neatly folded piece of paper from her back pocket.
Clasping my hand around the letter, I stare at her trying to form words. Nodding, she signals her understanding and finds her way back to Tag’s arms. Nauseating bundle of flutters in my stomach, I continue my way to my room, the only private room available. Sitting on the bed, I kick of my shoes and rub my face. A part of me wants to open the letter and devour every word within. Another thinks it’s best to leave well enough alone. Torn between my desire to make Sophie mine and my inability to watch my heart being ripped from its rightful place in my chest again, I lie back. Eyes trained on the ceiling I allow my thoughts to consume me until the rhythm of the road lulls me to sleep.
Sophie
“Okay, Marcus is occupied with a coloring book and Netflix on my phone. What the hell happened to you?” Kita asks, sitting across the table from me. “You’ve been crying since I brought him home. I know you’re not this emotional over Lace running off with whoever that guy’s supposed to be. So, what is it?”
“No, it’s not Lacey,” I reply, wiping tears from my cheeks. “Although, I could’ve died on the spot when she handed over the keys to her car and told me to use it for the next few weeks. That’ll buy me a little time.”
“Yeah, Pops and Unc are going to have a look under the hood of your heap today. With a little luck, they’ll get it straightened out.”
“Even if they do, it’ll be years before I can afford the repairs.”
“Sophie,” Folding her arms and leaning back, she looks at me. “I want you and Marcus to move back in with me. We still have the extra room. Lacey’s cousin was supposed to move in, but she never did. Rent is much cheaper when you split it three ways, utilities too.” She pulls an envelope out of the back pocket of her shorts and slides it my way. “After we left yesterday Pops took up a collection. It’s not much, but it should help you finalize things here. I’ll cover you for as much as I can toward the rest. We’ll figure it out.”
Already on the verge of tears again, I push the envelope away. “I can’t put anyone out like that, Kita.”
“Country, listen to me. You don’t have a choice. Your life is falling down on top of you. The fact that you’re sitting here crying into a cold cup of coffee is proof. Get over your precious pride, and let me help you.”
I laugh. “When you put it like that, how can I resist? Although, once again, you have the cause of my emotions wrong. The initial cause at least.”
“So tell me what started this whole mess then.”
Unable to look at her, I bury my face in my hands. “I screwed everything up! My whole plan derailed by one night with a man I should’ve never let in, in the first place.”
“I assume we’re talking about Jesse?” She asks, condemnation already
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