I’ve already got enough jokes to take home an F1 style trophy.

Maybe I should get myself a “Best Dad Joke” mug for work?

Wonder if Nolan would be jealous.

We could have matching mugs?

Tossing the weatherproof tape onto the countertop precedes me reaching for my vibrating phone; however, the sight of three, well-built men dressed in all black coming into view prevents me from answering it.

“Afternoon, gentlemen,” I professionally greet while using my peripherals to scour the area for the closest potential weapon.“How may I help you?”

“We’re looking for someone,” informs the buzz shaved male in front as the other two move into what appears to be a flanking position.“Female.”

“Strip club’s on the outskirts of town due to zoning laws.”Inching the adjustable wrench into my possession slyly occurs.“Follow the main road out of here for about five miles.Can’t miss it.”

“Humor.”He removes a phone from his pants pocket unphased.“Unusual.”

So is his robotic response.

“Do you know the whereabouts of this woman?”questions the raspy voiced older man at the same time he displays a picture of my fiancée for me to view.“She might respond to the name Brittany or Bethany or Bunny.”

Does shehaveother names?

Are those the ones she tried to hide herself under that that prick somehow discovered?

Crashed?

Burned?

“No,” leaves me without emotion prior to forcefully gripping the object.

Which is a lie.

Of course, I knowexactlywhere she is.

Nolan and I both do.

And we were both fucking against it.

Unfortunately, after an ugly, Grand Prix level of collision, we were forced to accept defeat.

Bunny went to hang out with Posie, and I agreed to stay here.

Work.

Winter storm prep between customers.

Remain close to my cell in case she needed something or someone.

Shit.

Was that her calling?!

“She’s pregnant.”The trespasser searches my stare for a response during his henchman’s repositioning.“And missing.”

“Unfortunate.”

“For someone.”His head tilts slightly to the side.“That’s why we’ve been hired to retrieve her.”