It was too cold to walk home, so I kept my steps headed in the direction of the parking lot and pretended like finding Broadrick here in my car was exactly what I expected. He looked nothing like Tony, the man I'd left in charge of my dog, but I preferred his face more, anyway.
A hat with the Pelican Bay logo sewn into the front covered Broadrick's dark auburn hair, but his green eyes were full of questions as I opened the car door, pushed NB to the side, and took a seat. The dog fought his way onto my lap and returned to his window artwork.
I sneezed while buckling my seat belt, and Broadrick stayed silent.
Why was he always randomly showing up? We'd dated for years, and he'd never visited Pelican Bay. Then after dumping me, he left the military, took a job here, and followed me aro
