Chapter Twenty-one

 

 

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TWENTY-ONE

 

 

Oh, holy shit. Holy shit. Did that mean what I thought it meant?

I had no idea, but my libido certainly started assuming plenty. Instantly hard, I shifted in my seat to make more room in my pants before clearing my throat and tipping my head toward the flower shop. “Didn’t you want to go inside?”

Isobel glanced over her shoulder toward the store she’d purchased. Gaze disinterested, she turned back to me. “No.”

Air puffed from my lungs. “So, you…just…anywhere?” I asked.

When she nodded, I had to concentrate on exhaling again. “Okay,” I said. “Okay.”

I put the truck in drive and pulled back into traffic. We drove for about five more minutes as the day slid into dusk and my headlights came on. At first, it was aimless. I wasn’t sure where to take her that would be private. Mom was at my house, and well…that’s as far as my brain could travel. Until I remembered the closed and abandoned shoe factory I’d worked at for nearly ten ye