My Second Chance at Love

What new beginning?

Andrew’s POV…

As I sit in the passenger seat of the truck flying down the interstate, I’m scrolling through i********:. Don’t let me lie, I’m really just staring at the picture of Emma. The only one on her i********:; the one from last night. Damn, she’s beautiful. Her eyes are the most magical green and blue mix and twinkle with a little mischief. Her hair is light brown or dark blonde, hell I don’t know but it’s beautiful. I lean my head back against the headrest and I swear I can feel her full hips on my fingertips from where I touched her when I danced with her. s**t, she fit perfect against me.

I’m sure her friend, well our friend, Court told her what I said, that I’d hunt her down and make her mine. I don’t know what made me say that. I don’t make women mine. I f**k them and then they leave. If they stick around for any length of time, they’re just like Katy, that b***h. I wonder how she and f**kface are doing. I wonder if she cheated on him yet. She will, they all will. Dammit I hope Emma is different. I look at my phone again and there’s another picture. This one is of a key and some s**t about new beginnings. “What the hell?”

“What’s got your so pissed off, man?” Zac says as he drives us toward our destination. Damn I don’t want three weeks before I get to touch her again. “Not a dam thing, Zac,” I tell him and we both know it’s a lie. He laughs and says, “one day you’re gonna find you a girl worth keeping for more than a night.”

I can’t handle it. I have to know, so I message her. s**t, I wish I had her number. I wonder if this is all wrapped up in the bullshit she gave me last night about not being able to do this, whatever it was. I know there was a story there. I start typing and it’s like word vomit. It all just comes out. I wanna know everything but I don’t wanna scare her, so I erase it all and start again. My thumbs are flying everywhere and I finally settle on, “New beginnings? I hope they don’t start too far away. I’d miss my new favorite dance partner.” I’m nauseas and sweating. What has she done to me?

I’m a f**king lineman. I hold electricity in my hand. I’m not scared of a green eyed angel. How are eyes even that damn color? We drive for a couple more hours before we stop for lunch. Why hasn’t she responded? As we’re eating and talking about the upcoming hitch, 12 hours a day for the next 18 days, my phone makes a noise and I swear my ears ring and my stomach drops.

I look down and confirm, it’s Emma. “Not too far. How can I be your favorite? We only danced for one song. Full disclosure, I’m married and getting a divorce.” s**t. Double s**t. Dammit.

She just dropped that s**t bomb on me? I look at Zac who’s staring at me and tell him I met a girl last night. “She’s got me all twisted up, man. Now she tells me she’s married and getting a divorce. What do I do with that?” He starts laughing and tells me I’m a home wrecker. The hell I am! I didn’t break them up.

I decide to reply. I have to know. “Divorce? That’s a big step. I know you just met me, but can I ask what caused it? Do you have kids? How long were you married?” I hit send before I can delete any questions. She started it with her bullshit full disclosure statement. I stare at my phone then go back to her picture. I need to add her on Snapchat. We could have fun with that.

She replies faster this time. “Everything and nothing. He didn’t find me attractive and I can’t stay in second place anymore. No kids. We were married for over seven years. I got married at 18.”

Shit. Seven years. SEVEN years. No infidelity. She was faithful. What does she mean second place? How the hell does he not find her attractive?!?! “1. You’re f**king beautiful and don’t believe anything else. 2. What could you be second place to?” Why do I keep asking her these questions and why does she keep answering me?

I go I search of answers. I need to know what he looks like. If she isn’t good enough, what does he look like? I look her up on f*******: and click her profile picture. I scroll to the right to find the previous one. s**t, he’s ugly as hell. Goofy looking f**ker. My phone vibrates.

“Thanks. Porn.” That’s all she said. What does that even mean? Thanks with a period, yeah she doesn’t believe me for a second. Porn… does that mean he would rather watch porn that have his way with her? I’ve never slept beside her and I swear I would have licked the floor last night to have a go at her. I can’t imagine what having her all night long would do to me.

Shit! What the hell? I’m an asshole. I cannot do this s**t again! No! I won’t get attached. What the hell was that, having her all night long. No. Screw her, get her out of my system, move on. I decide to stop responding for a bit. I see that Zac is waiting on me. We pay our tabs for lunch and head back to the truck. We’ve still got six hours of drive time ahead of us. I wonder if I’ll find a good green eyed substitute on this hitch?

As we get back in the truck, my phone vibrates again. I look down and see that it’s her. “Do you have Snapchat?” s**t. She’s gonna be the death of me. It’s like she heard my thoughts. Well maybe not, because if she heard them, she would have never asked if I had Snapchat. I wanna see all she has to offer over the next 18 days. I wanna know every inch of her before I get to touch her.

“Amiller” I send her. Before I can lock my phone I see that she’s added me. I immediately get a snap and open it. Dammit! It’s Court. She’s so conniving. She planned this. However, this can work in my favor. I now have her info and she has mine. I’ll snap her when we make it to Orlando and get checked into the hotel. I’m going to have a good time with this girl.

I send a winky face back so Court knows I’m onto her. I’ve known Court for three years. We’ve both ridden the same bar circuit. She’s not my type at all but she’s funny as hell. She goes for the super tatted up guys with major issues. I go for curvier girls. I have no idea how I’ve never seen Emma. I decide to text Court. “Where have you been hiding this one?” Her reply tells me that as close as we are, Emma is her favorite friend, “you won’t f**k her and leave her.”

Damn. I wasn’t even there. I mean I would be there but I just wasn’t yet. I decide to take a nap while Zac drives. My driving shift was first. I started at 5. As I’m drifting to sleep I’m thinking of full hips, sexy little smirks, and green eyes with blue flecks in them.