Page 31 of Forever Endeavor

Billie seethed. “Cal’s not like that. He actually cares about people. Unlike you.”

“Me? You’re comparing Cal tome?” Sonny stomped on the accelerator and the truck jolted forward as it sped down the road.

“Just when I was starting to think there might be a heart under your gruff, grease monkey exterior. I should’ve known better than to expect more from anac-quain-tance.”

“Is that what this is about?” he griped. “What was I supposed to say? Uh, hi Uncle Stanley and Aunt Bernice, meet my new fuck buddy?”

“Of course not, but after you’ve exchanged bodily fluids with someone, you shouldn’t treat them like persona non grata. Oh, forget it. You’re too thick-headed to understand anyway.”

The truck came to a screeching halt at the town’s only traffic light. Seeing red, Billie took the first opportunity to bail, slamming the door in a huff. “I’ll walk from here.”

“You...you, spoiled brat!” Sonny bellowed.

She marched down Main Street on foot, the rumbling tow truck creeping alongside. She kept her eyes focused on the road in front of her, unwilling to turn around and giving him the satisfaction. “Leave me alone, you big meathead!”

“Billie, get back in the truck right now!”

“No! Screw you!” She took off in a sprint. As hard as she tried, she could not stay ahead of the tow truck’s headlight beams. Sonny kept his distance behind her and yet followed close enough to light her way in the dark. Damn him.

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