Page 83 of Wrench
Aromas of lemons and flowers covered my sheets, and as fucking lame as I felt, I
scrunched them to my face, longing for comfort. Downstairs, it was easy to act like
Samantha wasn¡¯t special. But inside my room, where all my senses were filled with
memories of her, I felt like a different man.
How was I supposed to never see her again? I knew I didn¡¯t have a choice, but it would
be impossible. The bed beside me stirred and I looked over to see Buddy had jumped on.
¡°Hey, boy.¡±
His big eyes shined with concern and he wiggled his nose under my arm, making me
smile.
¡°Good boy, Buddy.¡±
It helped, but Buddy didn¡¯t replace the petite blond in my arms. The thing that
surprised me the most about her wasn¡¯t her body or how fucking wild she was in bed,
though that was a bonus. It was how accepting she was¡
Two weeks ago, if someone told me I¡¯d be jeopardizing my place in the club for a
veterinarian from the upper class of Mascid, I¡¯d tell them to lay off the meth. A woman
like Samantha, I would have thought would do one of two things: Take one look at me
before crossing to the other side of the street, walking in the same direction. Or she¡¯d
need to be blackout wasted and wake up filled with regret, spending the next day
rethinking her life choices.
Samantha, though. Something about her¡ªshe understood. I didn¡¯t know what that
meant, whether she understood me or life. Like I told her, there was something twisted
about her, and I wanted to discover every hidden piece of her that made her who she was.
Somehow, she even agreed to see me again, not even guilting me for driving her home in
the middle of the night with no explanation.
Buddy¡¯s nose wiggled its way to mine, prodding my cheek with a quiet whimper and
sad eyes. When my gaze matched his, he licked my face with his sloppy tongue.
¡°Thanks, Bud.¡±
Staring at the old dark wood of my ceiling, I began pushing the thoughts of Samantha
from my mind. It didn¡¯t matter if she was the closest thing to perfect I¡¯d ever seen in a
woman, I had a duty to serve. I swore to Tank I¡¯d stay away from Samantha and I was
