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stay, son. I’m no good at goodbyes,” she part-whispered, blinking back some tears that were forming in her eyes. “Those Tupperware dishes on the counter should have enough food and fruit for the trip. Oh and grab the bottled water and sports drinks I put in the freezer for you last night.”
    I grabbed the items and gave her one last hug before I left. “Take care, Ma.”
    “You be sure to drive safe out there. And if you have time when you hit Junction, stop by and say hi to your father, will you?”
    “I’m late already, but I’ll try. Bye Ma.”
    Connor had my engine running and the trunk open on the street when I made it outside. “Don’t forget what I said, bud,” I told him, throwing my duffel bag in the back and walking around to the passenger side to place the food on the floor.
    “I’ll do it. You’ll see.”
    “I’ll make sure Ma’s got you in her good books.” I gave him a brief man-hug before getting in the driver seat. “Later, Connor.”

4
    Chris
    I was moving like lightning on the eastbound I-10 and loving it. There wasn’t much volume on the roads, and no crazy drivers or road hogs.
    It was all clear.
    Then it wasn’t.
    Those perfect conditions lasted for all of fifteen minutes until I had to decelerate to avoid crashing into a cluster of vehicles up ahead. As I got closer to what was causing the delay, I began to understand why drivers were slowing down, merging into the passing lane and rubbernecking to their right. Someone’s piece of shit car was on the gravelly desert shoulder, surrounded on three sides by tow trucks, one of which was blocking the right lane along this stretch of two-lane roadway.
    I cursed under my breath. If these types of delays went on for more than a few times on my way back to school, I could write off that pub crawl with the squad.
    As the traffic flow crawled forward, I finally got my turn to see what all the fuss was about. The hood of the old rust bucket was propped up, three tow truck drivers were squabbling with one another—probably over who would get to tow the car off the damned highway—and then I saw her. The hot redhead from the Raging Bull Saloon. The girl with the badass mouth and the kickass body who went to town on my dick in the men’s room. Fuck, just thinking about it made my cock hard in my jeans again.
    She was on the phone, very animated as she spoke to whoever it was. She stood there on the side of the highway in a white tank top, a light blue denim pair of short shorts, and tan-colored calf-high cowboy boots with blue trim. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail high up on her head, and for a second I pictured her pulling it loose in slow motion, just for me.
    This sweet-looking thing really could stop traffic.
    And she did.
    Hell, I was already salivating to get between her legs and taste her again.
    Before I made it beside the stopped vehicles, she shouted something to the three tow truck guys, who all turned and started heading back to their vehicles. None of them seemed happy. One by one, they started their trucks and drove off, leaving her standing there alone. What, they weren’t going to tow her scrap heap away for her?
    Damn, that was cold.
    That was when I decided against my better judgment that I’d stop and find out what was going on. My dick was in agreement, so at least one head was completely on board. I pulled up in front of her clunker, put on my four-way flashers, and stepped out of my baby.
    As I headed towards her, I saw the recognition dawn on her face. At least she remembered who rocked her world last night. For sure that meant she wasn’t in a drunken haze. Damn, my mind was working overtime, picturing her bent over the trunk of my Mustang, legs with just those cowboy boots and maybe a sexy pair of thongs over that sexy ass of hers. I’d be standing behind her with my hands cupped over her exposed breasts, kissing her neck once in a while as I thrust my cock deep inside her tight pussy, and she’d be