Page 48 of Beneath the Blue Moon
I glance at her name tag and giggle in excitement.
“Me, too, Eva.Me, too.”
After the lingerie store, I stop for a strawberry-bananasmoothie.I had one this morning, but I love these things.They’re like crack… orwhat I imagine crack would feel like to me.I could drink them all day.If Ileave now, I’ll be home in time to make Daddy’s dinner.I toss my purchases inthe backseat and brace myself for the drive home.Turning out of the city, Ihead down the road back to Canid, thinking about tonight.
No, better yet, what the hell happened last night?That wasnot just sex; it was way beyond that.It was bodies, minds, souls intertwining.This isn’t what I wanted.I just wanted to have some fun—good old N.S.A fun.Nostrings attached.The concept seems laughable now.There are definitely stringsand a whole lot more attached to the sheriff.Fuck!I should just end it nowbefore it becomes too difficult.But I don’t want to.I want more.I’m allowedto be a little selfish now and then, aren’t I?In the last two years, I haven’tdone anything that was just for me.And he’s just for me… for now, anyway.
I reach for my phone and dial Sandy’s number.Looking at thebox with the iPhone, I tell myself it’s just a phone, not a marriage proposal.Ishouldn’t read too much into it.However, he’s started buying me stuff andwants to give me money.This isnotgoing in the direction I wanted itto.
“What’s up, Case?”Sandy greets me.
“Girl, I’m in trouble.”
“The hot sheriff?”
“The hot sheriff.”
“He put it down like that?”she exclaims.
“He put it down, picked it back up, and dropped it like itwas hot.”
“Damn, girl.”
“My darling, Sandy, the drought has come to an end.”
“It’s about damn time.”
“I know, right?But….”
“But what?”she prompts.
“He bought me a phone.AniPhone.”
“Stop it.Right now.It’s just a phone, not a marriageproposal.”
“Oh, God.You know me too well.I just told myself the samething.”
“Give him a chance.If nothing else, you’ll get some hot sexout of the deal.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I am.”
I glance in the mirror and notice the car behind meswerving.He jumps into the left lane and speeds up.Really, who gets drunkthis early?I move over to the right to give him as much room as I can andallow him to pass.
“Let me call you back.Some skeeve is swerving behind me.”
“Okay.Be safe.”
As the car pulls alongside me, I look over to see who thedumbass is, and I find him staring at me.His lips curl up in a smirk, and heswerves in my direction.I jerk the wheel to the right and flip him the bird.
“Ass face!”
He speeds up and tries to cut in front of me, but he’s tooclose; I jam the brakes and come to a screeching halt.He doesn’t even slowdown, just speeds away.
“Fuck!Fucking asshole!”
I pull back onto the road and recite a long list of expletivesthat would make a sailor blush.This lasts all the way home.As soon as I slamthe car door shut, I hear the commotion inside.I hurry in to see Daddy goingoff on the Johnsons.Fuck.It’s just one of those days.
