THIRTY-NINE
Earlier the same day, Johnny drove Brigit back to her friends’ house. She needed a change of clothes, she said. He told her he needed to ditch the car, as soon as possible. So he waited and watched her walk down the road towards the house where she had been staying.
He trusted Brigit. Honesty permeated from every square inch of her taut, lean body, a body that stirred his memory of the previous night. She’d run her hands over him in a way he had never believed possible, making him so hard he thought he would explode. If he allowed himself to dare to believe what she said was true, perhaps there was a chance for them. Two days ago such considerations did not feature in his thoughts, but now ...
He opened his eyes and peered through the windscreen. He’d fallen asleep and a sud
