Page 8 of Wrecked
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“Sure. What you don’t think I know how to get dirty?” she asks.
Oh damn, I’d love to find out how dirty she can be. Keep it together, man.
I stare at her for a moment, trying to think of something to say. “Yeah,” is what I say. “So, you like living here now?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Well, I’m not really sure. I mean, I like it here for now.”
I raise a brow in question. “For now?”
She places her plate down and takes another sip of her beer. “Yeah, for now. Who knows where the road will take me.”
She sounds like a wandering traveler, and all of a sudden, I want to know more. I need answers to her past, present, and future.
