Page 28 of Desert Heat

“After last night, I’m sure it’ll only get worse.”

“That’s why you need two bad ass boys having your back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I smiled, “coffee, first and maybe an apology after.”

I tried studying but when the sound of the floors creaking under my feet were the only thing breaking the silence, loneliness crept in.

It was unfamiliar.

I enjoyed being a loner.

Right?

What the fuck was this new feeling of loss that crept in since Hunter, Tanka, and Brandi departed hours ago leaving both my house and food supply empty.

I grabbed my coat and keys. It was a forty-five minute drive to the Super Walmart which had the best prices while being a fortune in gas. Maybe the drive will clear my head and house. This restless stillness better be gone when I get back.

My cell dings where it rests next to my laptop.

Brandi:You and Hunter?

Me:Definitely not.

Brandi:Tank ribbed him about you the entire ride back campus.

Me:Nothing happened.

Brandi:That’s not what he said… ??????

Me:It was a hate kiss.

Brandi:Sounds sexy.

Me:***eye roll***

Brandi:Thanks again for letting us stay over. Coffee on campus nect week?

Me:Sure.

“Shit, did I just make a friend? With Brandi?” This time I eye roll at myself. I hate girls like her. Right? What the hell am I becoming here in the backwoods of Maine? What happened to the badass girl who needed nobody?

Despite the growl that escapes, a smile breaks out on my lips seconds later.

Maybe, my father was right.

This is what he wanted for me.

A whole new life away from the Club.

If I’m being honest, Hunter is sexy, athletic, clean cut nothing like the MC guys in Santa Fe.

Maybe I should give him a chance.

This time my burner phone rings.

“Savannah?”

“Hey Dad, I was just thinking about you. Abut home.”

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