The
only answer to this dilemma and any future ones would be shooting her dad. Evie
couldn’t do it any more than she could run from the life around her. Dad had
his own ideas of how to run her life and he’d been semi-successful doing it for
twenty-three years. In all honesty his manipulating help had proved welcome
since high school but not this evening, aside from his invitation to dinner.
When the doorbell rang, Dad continued his phone conversation and Mom had her
hands full with preparing food, leaving her to play the part of hostess, or at
the very least, door-woman.
Evie
sighed in resignation and answered the door. Evie’s heart jumped to her throat
before plummeting at death-defying speed to the pit of her stomach. Justin
Lyman, a solid mass of molded muscle, more alluring than he had been in high
school, stood on the other side of the screen door. Frozen legs preempted her
thought for flight, possibly compounded by the knowledge of him being the
fastest runner in town, especially when dodging a linebacker intent on bringing
him to the ground. Yes, shooting Dad with
the shotgun seemed the easier choice.
Justin
Lyman. Her older brother’s long time friend, football persona who’d played for
the Raiders at one time—and her major heart throb stood on her doorstep instead
of letting himself in as he had numberless times. On more than one occasion
he’d found her dashing from one room of the house to another in nothing more
than a bath towel. He no longer wore his ‘Indiana Jones’ hat, the one she could
identify through the rear window of a pickup, which she’d often imagined
fleeing the scene anytime she arrived on site. Of course if he remained nearby
in those days, she had the arduous task of pasting a smile on her lips through
the torture of his teasing—not the flirting kind but the ‘painful to a young
adolescent in love’, kind. Instead of the worn hat, he wore his recently
trimmed brown locks to go with his scruff of a beard. His shoulders had
broadened somewhat and his chest and back had thickened, still boasting
perfection for any female to cry on. She sucked at the air and caught a whiff
of his cologne, strong in a sexy and musky way. Her knees threatened to quiver.
Damn, why couldn’t they remain frozen?
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