Page 59 of Bound by Wreckage
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Carsyn/Ava
Eyes.I feel them on me, but as I look around the street, no one sticks out. There are lots of people walking, but none taking an interest in me. I’m not sure if it’s fear and paranoia or if someone is watching me.
I need to find somewhere smallerand remote—away from people. Deep in the city isn’t for me. Too many noises coming from everywhere.
Stopping in at a sandwich shop, I grab a turkey on white and shove it in my bag. The bus station is a bit from here, and I rode in a cab to get to the hotel. Now, you think I could find one of the yellow bastards? Of course not.
At least the people around me are a deterrent if someoneis following me because if I yell and scream, hopefully one of them would help.
My gun is in the back of my jeans with my backpack covering it. If I have to use it, I will.
The urge to use the phone creeps up hard.One call. It would be so easy to call Nox and have him come and get me. If only Buck wouldn’t go after him. I know I made the right decision sending him on his way andleaving the safety of Gunny and Sharon’s place. It just doesn’t make it any better feeling like I’m completely alone. Wait… because I am.
Go figure.
It’s either a blessing or a curse that I have a good memory. It’s how I’m able to make my way through the busy streets.
An hour later, my feet burn and calf muscles ache, but the bus station is in front of me. A relieved breathescapes me as I make my way to the ticket counter; a young guy in his early twenties is at the register.
There are two things I know. One, I need the ticket out of here. And two, I need to use a different name therefore not giving him my ID. Tricky, but I’m going to give it a hell of a shot.
His dark hair almost reminds me of Nox, but that’s the only reminder. He wouldn’t mind ifI pretended he was someone else, right?
With a wide smile, I bounce on my feet and move up to the counter. “Hi.”
His eyes fill with lust as he licks his bottom lip. It’s a look I’m very familiar with and can work with. May not like it, but desperate times and all that shit.
“Hey.” I look down bashfully, flickering my eyes. Fuck, this is not easy. Makes me wonder if there issomething wrong with me. Flirting with an attractive man should be easy, right? Putting my past behind me, I go for it.
“I need a ticket to Oklahoma City please.”
“Sure thing, sweetie. What’s your name?”
Name. Name. Shit. Scrambling, I come up with, “Samantha Greenway.” I had a friend in grade school by the name of Samantha and I saw some Greenway something on television.Hell if I know. I’m just hoping it works.
I pull a lock of my hair and twist it while biting on my bottom lip.
“Nice to meet you, Samantha. I’m Toby.”
“Oh… is that short for Tobias?” The change in my tone is hopefully seductive.
He grins widely, typing on his keyboard. “Yeah, it is.”
“That reminds me of that movieDivergent. That guy was named that, but…” I givea dramatic pause, leaning in closer. “You’re much more handsome.” Lies, lies, lies. He’s not bad looking, but come on.Four?Yeah, that’s the guy’s name in the movie. He’s pretty hot. Not as hot as Nox, but there are few who are.
“You’re beautiful yourself.”
Heat rushes up my cheeks, and it’s not fake. I’m not used to anyone saying those things to me and they are hard for me to swallow,but I do. “Why, thank you.”
Toby slides the ticket over to me. “How much do I owe ya?”
He winks. “It’s on me. You come back, look me up.” He slips another paper to me with his name and number.
My lips tip. “Sure thing, Toby. Thank you. You take care.”
Grabbing everything, I make a bee line for the bathroom feeling a hell of a lot of relief. Shit. I did it, and he gaveit to me free. How is that even possible? Not saying I’m not damn happy about it, but just a little bit of flirting and he was so frazzled he didn’t ask me.
