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ANTONIO
I saw the white van driving up the side street, chickens flying out of its way, dust swirling in clouds around its tires… and knew it was her before making her face out through the windshield.
She screeched to a halt beside me, wheels coming to a stop only after they slid about a foot on the gravel.
Dangerous.
Dangerous driver.
Dangerous dame.
When I lost sight of her in the plaza, my heart sunk to my feet and cold, icy terror gripped me by the lapels.
This girl was going to make me lose my s**t.
Bad enough I had to worry about her for three long years while she lived with her barely conscious mom and fly-by-night sister. It was a wonder I didn’t get myself killed back then, distracted as I was.
And now, déjà vu. Here she was again, giving me a heart attack every time
