Harley Finley's POVMy once quiet life is in shambles. In a matter of hours it turned from the most lovely, sunny day into a series of hurricanes circling above my head. Landfall projection, my home town. The wind speed, fuck-you mph. The amount of rainfall, you're-in-hell feet. Total damage to be determined.Now, here I am, being guided out of the bar I had my first drink at when I was sixteen. Where I was currently sulking like a little bitch and craving attention like a little whore, dressed in the most provocative clothing I own.Granted, even if my sperm donor is dead and my boyfriend cheated on me, I feel fucking fantastic. We're in the eye of the storm, babes! With a hot guy ready to fuck me senseless while I wait for the rain to start again."Fuck, Colt. Hold on." I groaned pulling my arm from his tattooed grip then fumbling through my purse on my shoulder all while trying to keep my gait straight, in the dark, drunk. All I could hear is the my phone ringtone going off, killi
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