Page 39 of His Big Bad Stick

Her left hand is exposed, near her face.

I reach down and touch her hand.

I basically end up holding her hand, looking at the diamond ring on her finger.

I want to know what the fuck this really is about. What the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.

Now I need to walk away.

Back outside, I shut my truck off.

I use my phone’s flashlight to shine a path for me.

As I enter the cabin again, a text comes through from Dax.

It’s him with a neon-pink thong hanging from his mouth.

That’s where I could be right now.

Instead…

I lock the cabin door and go to the kitchen to pour myself a drink.

I was eighteen years old when I told Abrielle she could keep in touch if she ever needed anything.

After that, I never heard from her again.

Until now.

She’s a fucking storm, that’s for sure.

She’s like a tornado that just drops down without a damn warning.

And here I am, spreading a couple blankets on the hardwood floor. Tossing a few pillows down next.

I dim the lights to nothing more than a soft nightlight.

Sleep won’t be my friend tonight.

I can live with that.

I’ll get the answers I want in the morning.

I’ll get anything and everything I want in the morning.

Abrielle is going to be reminded of who I am.

Years can go by all they want.

But some things will never fucking change.

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Abrielle

I keep having the same dream over and over…

Colver is driving. I’m in the passenger seat.

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