That’d be my luck. Draw a psycho to the ranch on top of everything else.
There’s no way I’d put my family in danger.
If I’m going to take a risk, I’m not going to do it near them.
This drive, this longing, it’s starting to turn into an obsession. Everything I learn about him makes me want to know more.
I have to find out if it’s worth continuing.
Or if I need to walk away.
Targeting
Oliver
I wonder if she’sflying or driving?
Is she standing in line right now, waiting to go through security at some airport?
Or maybe I’m passing her on this very road?
The way she has hijacked every single thought for the last few weeks is something I should be worried about.
But oddly, I’m not.
I do think the inevitable will happen, I just wonder what the fallout will be?
Whenwe finally meet, will it be the same? Light, flirty, and most importantly,honest?
She has me baring my truths like I’ve never done before.
It’s weird to be so vulnerable to someone I’ve never met.
Hell, I don’t even know what she looks like, but she can turn me on more than any naked woman on TV.
I haven’t told Brent. My guess is that when I do, he’s going to call me an idiot.
A fool.
That I deserve to get scammed by whoever it is.
It’s just…I hate how damned genuine she seems. If it is all just a hoax, it’s one of the most elaborate ones I’ve ever heard of.
When I stop for gas somewhere in Idaho, I can’t resist pushing for a morsel.
TheBigO: Driving or flying?
I’m walking back to my truck with a bag full of hot mozzarella sticks and a fountain root beer when I hear my phone ding.
RacingQueen: Driving. So many hours.
TheBigO: East or west?
RacingQueen: West.
TheBigO: Well, now I’ve narrowed down you aren’t on the Atlantic coast.
I add a smiley face that matches my own grin in the rearview, then toss my cell into the middle console and pull back out on the highway.
