Sophia’s gonna have my baby.
And today I finally get to introduce myself.
Every time I glance at the two little pink lines, it feels like I’m grabbing a live electrical wire that sends jolts racing under my skin.
Four can’t come soon enough.
I know why she chose the bar. It makes sense. Neutral ground where her brother can be nearby to rescue her.
She’s smart.
But I’m also nervous as hell.
What if the work I’ve put in over the last few weeks to get her to tolerate me hasn’t been enough?
Will she hate me when she learns that I’ve been hiding the truth from her in plain sight?
The hardest part is watching her bring her bags to her little SUV.
She’s really serious.
My chest aches in anticipation. How can I care so much about someone who doesn’t even know I exist?
By three I’m so amped up I can’t concentrate anymore. I know she’ll be leaving soon, and I’m done waiting.
Climbing behind the wheel of my truck, I decide it’s time to poke the bear.
TheBigO: What kind of car will you be driving so I know what to watch for?
RacingQueen: I have a black Landcruiser. Are you there?
TheBigO: Not quite.
RacingQueen: I’m leaving now. I can’t believe I’ll actually get to see you soon!
TheBigO: I hope I don’t disappoint.
RacingQueen: I don’t care what you look like, it won’t change how I feel.
TheBigO: Remember that in a few minutes.
Fuck, Sophia.
You have no idea what kind of damn roller coaster you’re getting ready to ride.
Her door slams and her engine starts.
It’s time to shit or get off the pot.
Revving my truck to life, I aim for the pinch point between the two fence lines.
And stop.
Within seconds she pulls up behind me.
A moment later, her headlights flash.
I don’t move.
