Page 26 of Half Blind

“Myrtle, you be careful with that one. Something is off with him. I don't trust that dude,” the Sheriff stated.

“I'm certain you ran a background check on him.”

“I did and it came back too clean. Clean like someone scrubbed his record and made a new Jared Bane,” the Sheriff whispered.

“Including his military records as well? Are you suggesting he's CIA or another alphabet agency?”

“Or witness protection, and he's a bad man.”

Myrtle was tired of the man interfering in her life. “I truly appreciate you looking out for us, but trust me, I can take care of myself and these girls. Relax. Go home. We're okay.”

“Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. The universe keeps giving you signs that you're ignoring. You might want to start paying pretty close damn attention,” the Sheriff said, touching the brim of his hat and leaving.

She locked the door and reset the alarm. Jared arrived with the cup of tea. She looked at him closely. He was finer than baby chinchilla fur but admitted he was a bad man trying to be good. They’d nearly screwed like teenagers on her couch had it not been for the Sheriff's interruption.Pay attention to the signs.

“Jared, I'm going to turn in for the night,” she said softly. “I shall see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Doc Myrtle,” he said, looking at the tea. He knew in his heart that if she made eye contact with him, she wouldn’t be heading to bed alone.

Chapter 9- Gravitation

The memory of the feelingof Jared’s weight on top of her made the night restless for Lemon. The idea of him out on the couch, all alone, with that wonderful boner and just enough muscles was driving her insane. When she finally fell asleep, the alarm sounded. She had office hours today. The girls had practice after school, plus her Technician phone was ringing.

“Just fucking great,” she said, grabbing the device. “The answer's a Lemon.”

“A package is arriving today,” the voice said.

“I don't want any more of your packages, thank you very much,” she said into the line. “The last one needs to get the hell out of here after killing my babies.”

“The parts are arriving as we speak. He should be gone by noon. The question is, do you want him to leave?” the voice asked.

Lemon responded with, “Go suck a lemon,” and ended the call. He infuriated her to no end, but more than anything, she despised when he was right. Dr. Myrtle Kainker wasn't sure she wanted Jared to go, at least not until she had a hot, nasty night with him which include a can of whipped cream.

“Dear Jesus, what am I thinking?” she said.

Myrtle showered, dressed, and exited her bathroom, expecting to find him in the kitchen, but he wasn't there. The bedding for the couch wasn't there either. She looked up as the girls came down the stairs, and Helen entered the space from her bedroom.

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