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now. But I wanted to know more about her. Finally, Samantha pulled her eyes from the
desert view and turned away from me, walking toward one of the two fabric patio chairs
on each side of a round table. ¡°So, bet you bring all the ladies up here, huh?¡±
¡°Well, it¡¯d be rude to keep it all to myself.¡±
She nodded, as if accepting the response, and took a seat in one of the two lawn chairs
I placed outside. ¡°I¡¯d love to look at this every night¡¡±
Following her to the empty chair and taking a seat, I pressed a cigarette to my lips.
¡°Mind if I smoke?¡±
She shook her head, and I flicked my lighter. ¡°So, Samantha, tell me something.¡±
¡°All right.¡±
¡°What¡¯s a nice, sweet, veterinarian doing on top of a tavern with some biker she just
met?¡±
¡°You invited me here,¡± she said with a smirk and I smiled back, nodding that I got her
joke but for her to still answer. Tossing her head back, she gave a cold chuckle. ¡°I think
I¡¯m bored. And my life is fucked. I don¡¯t think I care much anymore.¡±
Hearing her bluntness piqued my interest. ¡°How¡¯s your life fucked?¡±
She glanced at me through narrowed eyes. ¡°You really wanna know?¡±
¡°Yeah.¡±
¡°¡¯Cause you really don¡¯t need to ask.¡±
¡°I know. I want to.¡±
She ran a hand through her blond hair and clicked her tongue, looking straight ahead
instead of at me. ¡°I lied earlier. I¡¯m not staying with my dad for the week.¡± She took a sip
of beer before continuing. ¡°I¡¯m living with him. Just moved back after I caught my
boyfriend of four years screwing someone he met off the internet.¡±
¡°Ouch.¡±
¡°Yeah,¡± she said with a twinge of sadness. ¡°I¡¯m back at my old job, living in my old
bedroom, and I feel¡ lost¡¡±
¡°Looking for something new?¡±
¡°I think so,¡± she said. ¡°Whatever I was doing before wasn¡¯t working. Still back in the
same place. May as well try letting loose while I¡¯m permanently rooted at my dad¡¯s.¡±
