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Hello Again
Pietro’s heart beat erratically. He knew it had nothing to do with his always-harrowing escape. He knew with certainty that this was a night that would change them both forever.
Car lights.
The bright orbs evoked mixed feelings. Her taxi? Or, God forbid, someone else?
And so he waited until the car had inched around the cul-de-sac and wobbled to a stop, facing away from the ditch. Then he saw his prize: that first long, smooth leg that unfolded from the back seat and onto the rough dirt road. God, she could make a rocky road look like a runway.
His heart lurched and helped propel him up and over the lip of the ditch.
He stood where he was, more to savor the moment than in trepidation. Iris started toward him, then stopped. Time stood still. The ten yards between them
