Page 31 of Fractured

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Talia – Okay. Ideas?

Garrick – We did the cruise last year.

Ethan – We did the beach the year before.

Me – Did New York a few years ago.

Alec – How about a trip to the mountains?

Talia – I love that idea.

Me – Got a buddy who has a cabin, see if he knows of places.

Talia – Thank you.

Bronson – Got a buddy too, I’ll reach out.

Carter – Sounds good.

Garrick – I can get back to Tatum now, right?

I laughed as I read his text.

Damn, but the boy was gone for his wife.

And I didn’t blame him.

Not one motherfucking bit.

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I was on my way to work and knew that today was going to be a shitshow.

“Motherfucker, speed limit is fifty-five, not fucking forty. That pedal to the right? Yeah, that’s the gas, fucking use it.” I growled.

What the fuck was wrong with some people?

Yeah, I get it.

Had you had hazard lights flashing or some shit, I wouldn’t be saying shit.

Butttt ya don’t.

Then, yeah, you guessed it, the motherfucker slammed on his brakes and turned left without a fucking turn signal.

Turned left for a fucking yard sale.

Almost slammed into the back of his little truck.

I blew my horn because I’m a prick like that.

“Goddamn. Buy the next year’s model. That one has fucking turn signals. Fucking Ford Ranger.”

I was still seething as I pulled into the garage parking lot and parked my car.

I knew it was going to be even more of a shitshow because today was the one day a month we offered oil changes to every vehicle. Didn’t matter the year.

I was on my eighth car when I glanced up and saw Talia.

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