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THUNDER
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“Fuck me!”
“Boss?”
“Get back on your rides; let’s get the hell outta here.” I jumped in the Chiron and backed the fuck outta dodge. Hell no, nope, no fucking way. I fished around for my phone and called my sister. “Joy, have you been to the bakery before?”
“No, why? Is it too far? I looked it up; it’s not that far.”
“Have you ever met anyone who works at the bakery?”
“No, why are you asking me all of these questions?”
“Nothing, bye, I’m on my way.” It’s her; it’s got to be fucking her. But who put her here? No one else knows about her, so why is she here? Now?
Two years, it’s been two years since that day. I remember it like it was yesterday. I’d gone to her company for a meeting with a new financier. She was walking down the hallway with her head down, reading something in her hand.
I remember the hitch in my gut and the pain in my chest. It felt like I knew her, but I knew that we’d never met. But something in me recognized her. I don’t believe in that hocus pocus bullshit, but there was no way someone like me, who lived off of following his gut, could ignore the signs.
I’d asked around and found out her name. But my investigation was short-lived as soon as I realized she was married. I got drunk every day for three weeks straight, called off my business with that company, and swore never to set foot in that fucking town again.
I picked up the phone again. I looked down at the business card, but I didn’t need to; I remembered her name. Amanda Stewart. No, the card said Amanda, but the last name was different. I felt that hitch again and tried to ignore it. No way am I going through that hell again.
“Geoffrey, I need everything you can find on Amanda Tierney.”
“How soon do you need it, boss? How deep are we going?”
“I want it yesterday and I want to know everything that happened in the last three years, everything.”
My boys were following the car on their bikes, and I was glad I’d driven because I would’ve wiped out if I’d been on my ride. What are the odds? What are the fucking odds?
Unless someone has made it their mission in life to fuck with me this time of year. If I remember correctly, it was this time of year the last time I saw her. But what was she doing here? Before I called off my search, I got as far as her home address, and which was about an hour away.
Why would she open a business so far away from home when there were places close by? I should’ve stayed back there and asked her instead of running like a little bitch. You’ve gotta understand, though, the last time I saw her, I ended up in a really bad way, and that time, I hadn’t even seen her fully.
I just got an eyeful. She’s even more stunning up close. I have morals and shit, but I promise that if she hangs around here where I can see her, there’s going to be trouble.
THUNDER
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, eat your cupcakes.”
“What, nothing? Why do you look like that? Are you in trouble with the sheriff again?”
“That hump is the last thing on my mind.” Come on, Geoffrey, get your shit together. How long does it take to run a check on that overpriced shit I got you?
She opened the bags and clapped her hands like she was ten while I stood there in misery. How is she here? How the fuck is she here? I paced the room to my little sister’s annoyance, but for once, I wasn’t worried about her shit.
I gotta get the fuck outta town. I can’t stay here if she’s here. But isn’t this a sign or some shit? I mean, what are the odds that she shows up here? I still dream about her at night. Not every night, but there was a time there in the last year or so when she haunted my sleep to the point that I was tempted to go look for her.
I wasn’t going to approach her or anything, just watch her from afar to see why my dreams were so full of her. But then I thought better of it. She’s a married woman; no matter what I see in my dreams, that’s as far as that shit should go. My code of ethics does not allow for me to go after another man’s woman.
My phone rang, and I almost broke every finger in my damn hand, wrestling it out of my pocket. My pain in the ass sister was looking at me askance with cream all over her damn face. Then she rolled her eyes and shook her head while walking out of the room with a whole ass box of cupcakes under her arm.
