Mitch wiped his hands on an old rag as he stepped away from the Dodge Dakota. He still couldn't figure out why the damn thing wasn't running and it drove him crazy. He hated not being able to figure out how to make something tick.
It was the same frustration he had with Karla. He blew out a deep breath. He just didn't get it. She used s*x like currency; she was unfaithful to everyone she met, so why was she getting her panties in a wad over him sleeping with Sandy when Karla and he didn't have any real type of relationship? At least, not at the time. That woman could drive him fricking nuts.
Which is why he couldn't just let her go. She wasn't a challenge or a game or a distraction. She was the one who could give him what he's always craved. Someone who was as twisted as himself, who enj
