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David
It was raining, and I’d forgotten a damn umbrella again.
I darted out of Wright Construction and straight toward my shiny red Ferrari. By the time I made it into the car, I was soaked through. Just f*****g awesome.
I hated the rain in Lubbock. It’d come out of nowhere in the middle of the afternoon like a beach thunderstorm, poured until all the streets flooded, and then stopped just as suddenly. Except today it hadn’t freaking stopped, and my Ferrari really hated the flooding. I really hated the flooding. The entire city hated the flooding. And there was nothing we could do about any of it.
The drive to Sutton’s was full of people who acted as if they’d never seen water fall out of the sky. That meant I was constantly weaving in and out of traffic while everyone else drove l
