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CHAPTER 3
LUNA
“CHEAP THRILLS” — SIA (FEAT. SEAN PAUL)
Bored, I scrolled through my dating app. I knew I should just delete it. I’d met a few decent guys, but none I cared to take for a second spin. They were good enough for the little bit of fun and distraction I was looking for, though.
Lord knew I wasn’t in the market for a relationship. Not after the dumpster-fire that was my last one.
But a girl had needs, and my rechargeable boyfriends just didn’t cut it sometimes.
Then an image of a broody-looking guy popped up on the screen. “Oh, you’re cute, Max.”
I clicked on his profile.
“Twenty-nine? A bit old for me, but age is irrelevant when the lights are off. It’s not like I’m looking at marrying the guy,” I muttered with a careless shrug.
He was beautiful. Dark, short-cropped hair, the deepest blue eyes I’d ever seen, and tattoos that peeked out from under his T-shirt sleeves. And those arms. Sweet baby Jesus, they were damn near as big as my legs. And they weren’t the steroid type, they were honest-to-goodness earned muscles.
Like I could imagine him lifting grain sacks or hay bales—or me. Maybe tossing tires around like they were nothing. Ooo, or swinging a sledgehammer as those muscles rippled and sweat made his skin glisten. I sighed and read over his details.
A mechanic. Of course he was.
He was the polar opposite of Darren with his flowing blond locks and business suits that hugged his lean build. I couldn’t imagine this guy in a suit to save my soul. But boy, could I imagine him without anything.
“You could do whatever you wanted to me,” I murmured to his picture before I scrolled down. I read the little replies to the prompt questions and checked out the rest of his pics. In one that was obviously older, he was in a military uniform.
“God, I’m a sucker for a man in uniform,” I breathed. Between the visual I had conjured of this man dripping sweat as he loaded up a truck full of hay, and that military pic? I was a goner. Obviously, I had to like that picture. Who wouldn’t?
I exited his profile and went back to see what else popped up, but none compared to Max.
“Dammit,” I muttered with a huff before I tossed my phone to the side and went back to my computer to study. I shouldn’t have gotten on that app. My thoughts kept getting sidetracked by Mr. Cute-As-Can-Be Max. I couldn’t say how many times I checked to see if he had responded.
My phone buzzed, and I snatched it up to see if Max had responded to my message. Instead, my lip curled when I saw the message waiting.
Darren: I hope you had a good day. I really do miss you.
Yeah, right. Did you miss me when you had your dick in some other bitch, too?
A knock at my apartment door was the perfect excuse to get up and stretch my legs—and leave behind the studying I wasn’t focused on at all. My apartment building was very secure, so it was probably my elderly neighbor. Sometimes, he invites me to watch Jeopardy with him.
I peeked through the peephole and grinned when I saw the salt-and-pepper hair. As if he heard me, he looked up and straight into the tiny lens. Unable to wait another second, I flung it open. “Dad!”
His smile was the masculine version of mine, and it lit his face before he stretched his arms wide. Immediately, I launched into them.
“Hey sweetheart,” he murmured as his familiar hug enveloped me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I reluctantly broke free and stepped back.
“What? Your dear old dad can’t drop in to see his daughter when he’s passing through?” He slapped a splayed hand over his chest as if I’d wounded him.
I scoffed. “You know you can, but you usually warn me.”
One dark brow lifted before he craned his neck to look around my apartment. “Something you don’t want me to see? Or someone?”
“Dad,” I huffed as I rolled my eyes.
