Page 33 of Southern Storms


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Challenge accepted.

“You can even take Mama and Daddy’s car out to get around,” Yoana said with a splash of hope.

That was definitely taking things too far. She knew about my issues with driving. I wasn’t ready to jump off the diving board just yet. “One step at a time, sis.”

I could almost feel her guilty smile coming through the phone. “I had to try.”

After hanging up with Yoana, in an attempt to avoid the invasive individuals bearing baked goods and to push myself out of my comfort zone, I walked into town to find some breakfast.

The café had a very Luke’s Diner feel to it with the random tables scattered around and red leather booths along the walls. The stools that sat at the front counter were occupied by individuals chatting, using their actual voices instead of staring down at their cell phones. There was a sign on the wall in front of the coffee station that read,No cell phones. Connect and unplug or get the eff out.

Now, if that wasn’t a Luke’s Diner comment, I didn’t know what was. I guessed there was no need to ask if they had a Wi-Fi password I could use. I slid my phone into my purse and sat down in a booth. It didn’t take long for my steak and eggs to be delivered to me, and then I turned my attention to the window for my dining entertainment. An adorable puppy was leashed across the street.

Don’t do it, pup.

The owner of the dog was yelling at someone on her cell phone and flailing her arms around like a madwoman. The dog’s leash was tied to a bike rack, and every few seconds, it would tug on the leather strap, loosening the knot a hair. He was trying to reach the stray cat sitting on the opposite side of the busy street, licking its paws clean.

The owner didn’t notice her dog’s level of distress, too busy screaming into her phone to concern herself with the fact that her dog was about to take off running into traffic.

The pacing of my heartbeats became erratic. The dog’s leash was almost loose. He was almost freed from the restraint in place for his own protection. “No,” I muttered to myself, my hands shaking, hoping the dog would sit and stay where it was.

The cat stretched himself out, making the dog even more frantic. The alertness in the dog’s eyes and its loud barks should’ve made the owner take note, but she hadn’t.

Imagine being that disconnected from one’s surroundings.

“No!” I screamed, my voice cracking as the sound shot from my lips. People glanced my way, but I didn’t care.

I leaped up from my booth as chills raced through my body, and two seconds later, the leash was free, the dog was in the street, and my heart was in my throat.

Before the dog could leap in front of a car, before a gruesome sight unfurled right before me, Mr. Personality stepped into the road in front of the moving vehicle and snatched the dog up into his arms.

Mr.

Freaking.

Personality.

Are you kidding me?!

Grown, buff man holding tiny, defenseless puppy against his chest?

Instant lady boner.

The driver of the vehicle slammed his hand to the horn before gesturing in the air with a look of disgust then speeding off.

The owner of the pup turned to see the man with her dog in his arms, and she looked horrified—not by her dog almost losing its life, but by the man who was holding on to the animal.

She snatched her pet away from him and started waving her hands in the air yet again, seemingly cussing him out for saving her pet.

What in the world is wrong with her?

Sure, he was known as the town asshole, but at that moment, he was a dang superhero! She should’ve been thanking the jerk for his heroic act. Instead, she was cussing him out as if he was the cause of the incident. Mr. Personality stood tall and didn’t yell back at her. In fact, he didn’t say a word. His full lips stayed pressed together, and he didn’t seemed bothered by said woman in the least. Not a raised eyebrow and not a single smile or frown on his lips.

He just seemed…blank.

Completely disconnected from the aggression being blasted his way.

He was better than me at that moment, that was for certain. If it were me, I would’ve invented curse words using every letter in the alphabet.

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