Page 86 of Anger

“You’re one of them. The snooty folk. Then again you were at the governor’s house for that party so…”

Her voice fades for a second before she quips. “I bet you have a button that turns on all the lights in your house or some shit. All the snooty folk have it.”

I hit a Bluetooth remote at the top of my truck. The house lights up instantly.

Blue cackles with laughter. “I knew it!”

A smile tugs at my lips, a feeling of joy washing through me so quickly that the nightmares disappear, and I no longer hear the voices and laughter.

Her head rolls over the back of her seat so she can look me in the eyes.

“Got any other neat tricks that cost a fortune?”

I smirk at the suggestion.

“I have a few actually, but they don’t cost me a dime.”

The charge in the air changes and takes both of us by surprise.

Blue’s lips part slightly, her eyes hooded and tired, but I can see the flutter of her pulse along her neck, my eyes dropping lower to her chest to notice she’s breathing heavier.

She shrugs a shoulder and opens the door to step out of the truck. Once out, she glances between me and the house.

“What are you waiting for? Show me your tricks.”

Pure need douses me, my cock coming to life, the muscles over my shoulders tight again, but not with the need to fight.

I need this.

Somehow, she knows I need this.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say as I kill the engine and step out of the truck.

Rounding the hood, I walk over to her and pull her to me, our bodies colliding. I look down at her, just to be sure this is what she wants.

Blue looks up at me with eyes that seduce. Her indecision is absent, and her hand is clinging to mine as she waits for me to lead her inside.

So many words bounce through my head, but I’m afraid of them. They’ve screwed me before. The wrong ones pushing people away because I’ve never learned how to express myself.

I stay quiet and tug at her hand to lead her into my house.

As soon as we step across the threshold, Blue looks around the house in fascination while a familiar vibration occurs in my pocket.

Pulling my phone out, I glance down at the screen and clench my teeth.

Blue turns to look at me, concern filling her eyes because she always seems to know when my moods change.

“Do you need to answer that?”

My father’s number flashes up at me as the phone continues to vibrate in my hand.

Hitting a button to send the call to voicemail, I shake myself of the nightmares that usually come with his calls and look back at a woman who can somehow chase the memories away.

“No. It’s a number I don’t recognize,” I lie. “Probably someone wanting to talk to me about my car’s extended warranty.”

Laughter rolls over her lips. “Oh man, I hate those calls. I usually answer them and ask if they have time to talk about our Lord and Savior. They end the call every time.”

I tug her closer so that her chest rubs against mine. There are a few words I’m almost positive I can say that won’t fuck this up for me.

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