You can trust me when I tell you that there won't be an accident. So, forgive me if I don't feel very safe at the moment. It's dark outside and I'm in a strange place, alone.
Could you put it down before you have an accident?"Īccident? Really? This guy was beginning to piss me off.
You're making me very nervous, sweetheart.
The guy swallowed nervously, "Uh, I can't think with that pointed in my face. Jerking someone's truck door open wasn't a normal greeting for a stranger. I cocked an eyebrow and held my gun steady. " A guy with brown shaggy hair tucked behind his ears stood on the other side of my gun with both his hands in the air and eyes wide. I was gonna tell you that you were lost but I'll tell you whatever the hell you want me to as long as you put that thing away. I swung it up and directly at the intruder, holding it with both hands ready to pull back on the trigger. On instinct, I reached under the seat and grabbed my nine-millimeter. I stared at the massive three-story house that sat directly on the white sand in Rosemary Beach, Florida. It had been necessary though he was the only family I had left. Calling my father, after he had failed to come even once during the three years my mother had fought cancer, had been hard. All I had left was my clothes and the truck. I'd had to sell the small house that my grandmother had left us to pay off the last of mom's medical bills. If I didn't need somewhere to live, I wouldn't be here. He also hadn't shown up for my mother's funeral. Dad hadn't told me that he was having a party tonight. I pulled my mom's fifteen- year-old Ford truck over onto the sandy grass so that I wouldn't be blocking anyone in. This place had at least twenty of them covering up the long driveway. Trucks with mud on the tires were what I was used to seeing parked outside a house party.
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