The night of the party we take his Land Cruiser instead of the bike, which I’m grateful for. Bugs on your face while straddling a bike in a tight dress isn’t my idea of fun. The Land Cruiser is decked out with an all-black paint job, leather seats, and a touch screen computer that controls a kicking sound system. Sweet ride, not that I’d ever tell him that, but if I had Jack’s money, not something I’d spend the dough on.
The sun is just setting, throwing bold colors of red, magenta, and violet across the sky. The heat of the Texas day is dissipating, and if I hadn’t balked at the wind playing crazy with my hair, we could’ve driven with the windows down.
We hadn’t had much conversation since the late-night incident two days ago. It’s been mostly head nods on his part, and me telling him “
