Page 7 of Dark Alleys

“Sadly, yes.”

“I’ll cook.”

“Thanks. Got an address?”

“I do have one. Can you write?”

“Just tell me and I’ll put it in my phone.”

“Can you drive?”

“Not my bike, but I can drive my truck. When do you want me?”

“Last night.”

“Me too.”

“Try six.”

“I’ll sleep until five.”

“You have meds?”

“I do.”

“How bad is it?”

“Bad enough.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks for the invite.”

“My pleasure.”

I set the alarm on my phone for four-thirty and laid my head down.

Out like a light.

University Hills. Austin.

I knocked on the door of the townhouse, my left arm in a fuckin’ sling. I felt like a goddamned lame duck, and I figured I should’ve put this first date off until I was in better shape.

There was a lot of heat from the first moment I saw Regan and I could feel it now oozing through her front fuckin’ door.

I don’t think I’m up for it.

The door opened and I knew my fears were justified. Tall and hotter than hell. Masses of hair that wasn’t quite red. And those eyes.

She’s gonna fuck me dead.

“Sorry about your arm.”

“Yeah, I should’ve been more careful.”

“Please, come in. You have zero color in your face. You’d better sit down.”

“Thanks.”

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