I fill my truck up with gas and decide to go inside to grab a case of beer. It’s looking like it’s going to be a really nice evening, the kind when I like to sit out on my porch and watch the sun go down, and nothing enhances a night like that quite like a few cold ones.
The moment I step back out of the gas station with my purchase, though, I’m taken by surprise by the sound of a very familiar voice.
“Yeah, I’m almost there,” she says, and she sounds a little irritated. “I told you four o’clock, and it’s three-thirty. If anything, I’m going to be early. But I’m not going to start driving again until I’m off the phone—no, Pat, he’s not with me. I don’t know how you even knew about—well, he’s human, for fuck’s sake. What did you think I was going to do? Bring him along and tell him about shifters when I got there?”
I walk around the gas pump. Sure enough, there she is—after three years of not being in each other’s lives at all, Alicia is back again.
Damn. It’s crazy, seeing her like this. It really takes me back to the last time we were together…not that I need reminding. Being with her has been in my thoughts regularly since then. It’s impossible to forget. Now, just seeing her, I feel swept away with desire for her body.
She’d never be crazy enough to get with me again…right?
Would I be crazy enough to get with her again?
Then again…wouldn’t it be crazier not to?