Her short khaki shorts, are….ridiculously short. Regardless that she’s with the asshat, I can’t take my eyes off of her. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Aubrey walk through the doors. The cheese burger isn’t the worst I’ve had either. We get our food and take a table toward the front of the building. The actual building is wood, like the cabins. There are rows of tables with benches along each side, a line for the food like in high school, snack machines and outside sitting. Yesterday when we first got here I ignored him, but he followed me around talking. Eric looks like a kid that would get you into trouble. I don’t normally hang out while I’m working. I’m sure the girls will love that accent. They come by the dozens around here, though. “Who the fuck pushes a girl off of an edge into water?”Įric snorts. “No, her jackass boyfriend pushed her.” I swear I wanted to rip his head off. “What the hell was up with that girl today? She fell off the cliff?” He hasn’t seen hot, not until you grow up below the St. It isn’t Arkansas, but I love the woodsy environment. To know you earned the calluses on your hands from a hard day’s work, there isn’t another feeling like that in the world.Ī humid breeze rakes through the air, sending leaves scattering around our path. He was never cut out for hard, manual labor. I was barely making rent each month, so I moved in with my brother here in California. Our deal was if he gave me a job, I’d continue to go to college. My own father had fired me from the lumber yard back in Arkansas. I took this job because I need the money. Stop throwing shit.” I grab my cell phone and shove it into my pocket before we head out of the door. It’s good to get in the hang of things, she said.

Jones insisted we go change right after our meeting. These stupid ass khaki shorts and blue polos. He looks fucking ridiculous in his camp uniform. It’s dinner time.” A pillow slams into my face. Her round, plump lips had been opened with a silent plea. It’d be a shame for someone that fucking gorgeous to die without having the chance to taste her. That fear on her face is an emotion you can’t hide.

Stroke of Fear by Alla Kar