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Because men like him don’t exist. Not in my world anyway.
“This is me. Like you, I am a complicated mix of things, good and bad.”
“Ask my mom, and she’ll tell you I’m just all bad.”
“I doubt that. She must be proud of your computer skills?”
I laugh out loud. “So proud she wants me to just go get a shitty shift job that’ll have me barely scraping by just because it’s a job.”
Life is already shit in my neighborhood, so I might as well do what I want if that’s the future I’m facing down.
“Anyway, I’m just looking to get the hell out of Angel Harbor for good. And I will. Soon.”
“Yeah? Where will you go?”
“Anywhere but here,” I sigh. “Me and Ro are gonna bounce as soon as we get enough cash to start over.”
“How do you plan to get enough cash?”
I push my arms out and mimic typing on the table in front of me. “Using my fucking skills, of course. What else?”
Preacher smiles, and holy shit, that thing is like a nuclear weapon, breaking down the levy currently keeping my panties dry. There’s a hint of a dimple on top of his right cheek, a small scar on his left brow, and his eyes are glowing. Actually fucking glowing.
“I don’t know, Gia. You seem like a woman with a lot of talents.”
“Yeah?” I wiggle my brows. “You want to see some of my talents, Preacher Man?”
Heat flares in his eyes but his lips purse like he’s displeased. “I don’t do drunk girls, Gia.”
Oh, so that’s how he wants to play it? I lean across the table and aim one finger at him.
“First of all, I’m not drunk. I’m barely even tipsy, but let me tell you, I’m working on getting drunk. Second, I didn’taskyou to do me. I asked if you wanted to see some of my talents. Asshole.”
He grins. “And those talents you alluded to weren’t sexual?”
“Not at all,” I lie.
“Hmph. Sounded like it was sexual,” he said easily, not rattled at all by my sudden anger. “My bad.”
“Damn right, your bad.” I finish off my beer and flag down the waitress again for another round. I’m slightly tipsy, and this third shot and beer will have me feeling just right.
“Story of my fucking life,” I mutter under my breath.
“Tell me the story of your life, Gia.”
I blink at Preacher’s words and shake my head. “No thanks. It’s boring as hell. I’m the one who’s lived through it.”
“Gia, one thing you are not is boring. And I’m interested in knowing more about you.”
I shrug, not really sure what to say. I’m not used to people being interested in me. Especially not men. “There’s not much to know. I grew up here in Angel Harbor, never went to college, and now I’m here with you. That’s pretty much it.”
“What about your family?”
I shake my head. “Nothing to know. Dad died of a drug overdose like I told you. Mom is perpetually disappointed in me. Poor with no prospects. What else do you want to know?”
Preacher doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I can tell he wants to ask more questions but he doesn’t. I’m grateful for that. I don’t want to talk about my family. I don’t want to think about them or the pain they’ve caused me.
“So, what do you do for fun?” Preacher asks after a moment.
