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literally running a man over because my dad had thought it would be funny to let me drive his truck.
The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, eh buddy?
I looked at Kelly again in the rearview and wondered just how much of my dad was in me, how much of me was in her, how close I had come to ruining both of our lives, and shuddered. She definitely had a guardian angel watching over her, because more times than not, I wasn’t.
“Looking forward to seeing your grandfather again?” I asked.
The last time Kelly had been around my dad, the two had hit it off quite nicely. Well enough to the point where they had ganged up on me on numerous occasions. Sometimes I felt like he understood her a lot better than I did, and I usually wrote it off to the fact that he had been through the whole ‘single dad’ phase and had enough experience to handle situations I literally sucked at. Needless to say, he was thrilled when I told him we’d be spending a couple of months with him at home in Connecticut, a place I had not been back to in years.
“At least I’ll have someone to talk to that might actually care about what I have to say,” Kelly said, a hint of spite and accusation in her voice, like always. “And might actually listen to me once in a while.”
“What are you talking about? I care about what you have to say,” I said in a hurt tone. “And I always listen.”
“It would just be nice to have a conversation with someone who won’t end up yelling at me or think that talking about bad guys with guns is appropriate conversation for a kid my age.”
“You just told me that you know what happens to little girls who get left at truck stops,” I scoffed.
“Sure, dad. Whatever.” Kelly rolled her eyes at me again. “Your father of the year trophy is waiting for you to pick it up.”
“You know, sometimes I wonder if maybe I talk to you a little too much,” I said, frowning at her sarcasm, but on the inside secretly proud of her strength and guts.
I hated how much she took after me, but there were some things I was grateful she had picked up. Including having the balls to not let anyone take advantage of her, even her pain in the ass old man.
“Kent, next exit,” she said, nodding toward the exit sign.
“I see it,” I said. “I’m not blind.”
“No, you’re just deaf and dumb,” she said. I frowned at her in the rearview and caught her smiling without looking at me.
“Fine, I’ll take that one,” I said, shaking my head without letting her see the grin on my face. “Now play with your phone and let me drive.”
“Sure. No problem.”
I turned off the Interstate and cruised toward the town I had left behind almost twenty-five years ago. My leg protested a little more, but I quickly pushed the pain away.
In a few minutes, I’d be back home.
Chapter 2: Jenni Beale
There were certain things I had always promised myself I would never do, and sleeping with a man on the first date had been one of them. The day I broke that rule was the day I let Garth Liston into my life forever. It was a day I would always regret.
I had known Garth since high school, the class jock that every girl was drooling over, and the one boy I knew was way out of my league. Then again, back then I was a little late to the party, always sitting in the back, my face covered with my black hair, wearing clothes that were always a size or two bigger than what I should have been wearing. I hated the spotlight. I hated the attention. And quite frankly, I hated Kent fucking Connecticut, my puny little home town that was probably the most boring place on the planet. Garth Liston was the most exciting guy in town; dark, mysterious, even a little dangerous. I guess that’s what drew me to him initially, but now scares the hell out of me.
“Garth, seriously, this is the wrong place and time,” I said, trying to push him away. It was like trying to push over a brick wall. Garth was all hard muscle beneath my hands. Despite my efforts to resist, I felt dampness pooling between my legs.
We were in the storage room at the back of the diner where we both worked with the door closed, Garth pressed up against me and practically pushing me into the wall. He was very much the hunk of a man people guessed he would grow up to be, and just as much of a letdown as every other jock who had thought the world would be his oyster. A busted knee had screwed his chances at a football scholarship. Since then he’d been running his father’s tire business and a few other private ventures that were helping him make a lot more money than his father ever could selling tires.
“Come on, Jenni, I’ve missed you,” he whispered in my ear, pressing his cock against my thigh as one hand grabbed my breast over the dark blue t-shirt I usually wore to work.
He kissed my neck, then my ear, and I couldn’t help but shudder under his touch.
“Hank is going to come in here and see us,” I said. “Then what? Do you want me to get fired?”
Garth held me by the waist and pulled me closer, his dark brown eyes boring into mine. The lust in them scared me and excited me at the same time, and he knew it. The smile on his face said it all.
“Let him see us,” Garth said. “I’d like to see your father fire the best manager this piece of shit diner has ever had.”
He pushed harder against me, and the bulge in his jeans nestled comfortably between my thighs, forcing me to gasp despite myself. I tried to push him back a bit, but my efforts weren’t convincing enough and only made him grip me harder.
