Page 24 of Real Good Man


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“No, really. She was like…the sun and the rain and the moon and stars. You know?”

“No.”

Sighing, he leaned back in his seat. “Josie got it.”

“Of course she did.”

“But she left me.”

“Probably because you were talking too much, just like your sister.”

“Nah. She got some job. And then she was gone.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Gone, gone, gone.”

He shuffled forward as much as the belt would allow. “Have you ever been in love?”

“No.”

“Don’t do it, man. It’ll break your heart.”

“Not planning on it.”

“Right?” he laughed. “That’s what I said. And then, boom!” he shouted. “Just like that. She took my heart and left for Colorado.”

This was the longest ride of my life.

“Who would do something like that? Just leave. You don’t leave someone you love.” He slid forward again, slapping me on the shoulder. “Hey, promise me something.”

“Nope.”

“When you find that someone, you hold onto her with both hands. Don’t ever let her go.”

“Sure.”

“No, I’m serious. Cuz, otherwise, you’re just sad and lonely, drinking with your sister on a Saturday night.”

“What if I don’t have a sister?”

“Well, then you can borrow mine.”

My lips twisted at the implication. Not that I would mind having her under me, and every which way. She had a nice body, and if I gagged her, I wouldn’t have to hear her speak, but somehow, I didn’t think she’d be okay with that.

“Oh, look. We’re at your house.”

I shifted into park in my drive, thanking God that I was finally home and could leave these two behind. I flung the dooropen and walked around to Josie’s side, unbuckling her and catching her before she could slide out of the truck.

“You got the door?” I asked Sawyer.

“Sure. I got keys somewhere,” he muttered, looking in my backseat.

There was no way in hell I was waiting on him. I went against every instinct in my body and opened Josie’s purse. It was a nightmare. Tissues, lipstick, change, a fucking yellow ball with a smiley face on it…what the hell did she need all this stuff for?

Finally, I found the keys.

Carrying the limp woman was harder than I expected when walking across the slick ground, but I made it to her door without slipping or dropping her. Getting the door open was a little harder.