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Santiago On The Run
My hands were trembling on the steering wheel as I slowly navigated through slush on the interstate. I’d never driven in winter weather before, and between that and my insta-marriage, my nerves were totally shot.
“Oh, s**t. I need to call Diesel and tell him to pack.” I saw a rest stop coming up, so I flipped my turn signal on and carefully maneuvered the rental car across two lanes. Quite a few drivers were sitting out the storm, and when I finally found a spot, I parked and gave a sigh of relief.
“Thank God. Do I really want to live someplace with this horrible weather?” I grabbed my phone off the dashboard and Facetimed Diesel. A moment later his face filled the screen.
“My darling dearest, how I’ve longed to see you again.” Diesel’s voice dripped with sarca
