Fuck!
“No, Faith is great.” I chuckled. “Fun as hell. She’s a champ at staring contests.”
“Seriously? That’s my granddaughter. Sharp as a whip.” Gabriel laughed, and the deep rumble echoed through the phone.
“Gabe? Still there?” I questioned through the static.
“Yeah,” Gabriel grumbled. “Goddamn long distance. I’ll have to call you later when we are back at the resort. Joy wanted to go exploring.”
More crackling through the speaker while Gabriel stated the reception was shit. His choppy voice cut in and out.
“Okay. I have an errand to run anyway,” I lied.
No way would I let Gabriel know I was about to go out with his daughter alone. Fuck that shit. Gabriel would be on the next flight home.
“Right. Anerrand.” I could picture his air quotes on the last word.
I chuckled.
Play cool. Gabe doesn’t suspect shit.
Christ. I was a lousy friend.
“Give Joy a hug for me, Gabe,” I said.
“Oh, I’ll give her more than that.”
I laughed out loud. “I bet.”
Dirty old fucker, enjoying retired married life.
Was I envious?Maybe. I could use a vacation in the Bahamas with a beautiful woman to fuck when I wanted to be far away from my neighbor, but I was on my way to her house instead.
“I’ve got another favor to ask,” Gabriel added.
“Yeah? What’s that?” I asked.
“Take care of my little girl for me, would you, Jack?”
Christ, anything buther.
I rolled my eyes up toward the sky to a God who clearly didn’t exist and held back my frustration. “You betcha.”
I hung up the phone and heaved out a loud groan.
I’d take care of your daughter, alright. I’d proceed straight toward her doorstep and to my certain execution at your hands, friend.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Are you out of your damn mind, Timber?
Why the fuck would you offer to take little Elle out into the middle of the woods to chop down a goddamn tree?
Alone?
Something had been screwed up in my mind ever since I held Elle in my arms and experienced her body up against mine. Not only the front of her chest, with her perfect tits pressed up against my bare skin to the point I could feel her nipples peak, but the backside of her.Man, oh, man, what a fine ass little Elle had, but I wouldn’t dare tell her damn dad I thought that. I’d be a dead man walking.
I cursed out loud as I trudged through the snow toward Elle’s perfectly shoveled walkway with salt deicer on it. The salt crunched as I made my way up to her front porch and banged my boots together to remove the packed snow. The sudden urge to turn around and go home hit me. I wanted to head straight to my truck, turn on the engine, blast my radio with the windows down, and burn rubber down the street. I wanted her to hear me flee and know I wanted nothing to do with her.
