and see that it’s already a quarter past nine. I need to get back on the road and find a place to settle down. Being on the move is getting more exhausting every day. I just want a place to call home and start over.
My stomach starts to growl and I know it’s been almost a full day since I’ve eaten anything substantial.
I think I’ll treat myself to a nice hot breakfast before heading back to the highway. At least then I’ll know I’m still giving my body the nutrition it needs.
I refuse to neglect myself any longer. My life is my choice and Rick isn’t here to make the decisions for me. I’m on my own and ready to be the person I should have been years ago.
Tossing my dirty clothes into my suitcase, I zip it up and reach for my purse.
As I walk out the door and look behind me, I say good riddance to the cheap-ass motel. Time to move on and find something better—I just don’t know where yet.
I pull out of the parking lot and head down the road into town. Still completely clueless as to where the hell I am, I make my way toward the nearest diner.
The outside looks inviting, so I turn my car into the first parking spot available.
As I open the door, a bell chimes and a petite woman with an extremely short black skirt walks toward me.
She looks me up and down and rolls her eyes.
What the fuck?
I know I must look a hot mess, but she’s no super model, either.
I take a step toward her and she gives me a smirk.
“Can I help ya?” she asks.
“Table for one, please”
She reaches under the cashier’s counter for a menu and signals me to follow her.
As I walk behind her to the back of the diner, I glance around at the other customers. There’s a couple sitting to the left, a few older kids lined up along the counter bar, and a group of guys sitting in a booth to the far right.
I watch the guys as the waitress and I walk past their table. There are four of them totally engrossed in conversation, paying no attention to anything other than themselves.
The waitress tosses the menu on the table of the booth behind them.
Giving her a fake smile, I scoot myself into the booth and set my purse down next to my leg.
My eyes glance up to her as she just stands there watching me.
“Something to drink?”
“Sure. I’ll take a coffee and water, please.”
Without another word, she turns on her heels and walks past the table.
The one guy sitting on the end reaches out to her and smacks her on the ass as she walks by.
She jumps and giggles while turning back toward him to flash a wink and seductive smile.
Stupid whore.
I roll my eyes at her low grade level of flirting and stare out the window. After a few minutes, she comes trotting herself back to the table and slides a mug of coffee in my direction.
She moves to turn away when I choose to speak up, “I’m ready to order.”
She whips her head around to face me and gives me the look of death.
What the hell? She’s a waitress; it’s her job to take my order and bring out my food. It’s not my problem if her life sucks and she hates the world.
A deep voice speaks and pulls us out of our heated stare down.
“Shelia, chill out, baby. Be nice to the pretty girl.”
“Daulton, shut the hell up and mind your damn business.”
The guy turns to face me from his booth and all eyes are on me.
“Don’t worry about Shelia, her bark is worse than her bite,” he says with a smile.
His dimples appear and instantly grab my attention.
“I’ll take your word for it,” I reply.
He lets out a laugh and blinks his bright blue eyes. I’m captured by this guy and I don’t even know who the hell he is. Between those dimples and eyes, I can guarantee he can get any girl he wants.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Where you from?”
This is not the time or the place to be starting a friendship with anyone. I’m on the run and I need to just eat my breakfast and get the hell out of here.
“Actually, I’m
My stomach starts to growl and I know it’s been almost a full day since I’ve eaten anything substantial.
I think I’ll treat myself to a nice hot breakfast before heading back to the highway. At least then I’ll know I’m still giving my body the nutrition it needs.
I refuse to neglect myself any longer. My life is my choice and Rick isn’t here to make the decisions for me. I’m on my own and ready to be the person I should have been years ago.
Tossing my dirty clothes into my suitcase, I zip it up and reach for my purse.
As I walk out the door and look behind me, I say good riddance to the cheap-ass motel. Time to move on and find something better—I just don’t know where yet.
I pull out of the parking lot and head down the road into town. Still completely clueless as to where the hell I am, I make my way toward the nearest diner.
The outside looks inviting, so I turn my car into the first parking spot available.
As I open the door, a bell chimes and a petite woman with an extremely short black skirt walks toward me.
She looks me up and down and rolls her eyes.
What the fuck?
I know I must look a hot mess, but she’s no super model, either.
I take a step toward her and she gives me a smirk.
“Can I help ya?” she asks.
“Table for one, please”
She reaches under the cashier’s counter for a menu and signals me to follow her.
As I walk behind her to the back of the diner, I glance around at the other customers. There’s a couple sitting to the left, a few older kids lined up along the counter bar, and a group of guys sitting in a booth to the far right.
I watch the guys as the waitress and I walk past their table. There are four of them totally engrossed in conversation, paying no attention to anything other than themselves.
The waitress tosses the menu on the table of the booth behind them.
Giving her a fake smile, I scoot myself into the booth and set my purse down next to my leg.
My eyes glance up to her as she just stands there watching me.
“Something to drink?”
“Sure. I’ll take a coffee and water, please.”
Without another word, she turns on her heels and walks past the table.
The one guy sitting on the end reaches out to her and smacks her on the ass as she walks by.
She jumps and giggles while turning back toward him to flash a wink and seductive smile.
Stupid whore.
I roll my eyes at her low grade level of flirting and stare out the window. After a few minutes, she comes trotting herself back to the table and slides a mug of coffee in my direction.
She moves to turn away when I choose to speak up, “I’m ready to order.”
She whips her head around to face me and gives me the look of death.
What the hell? She’s a waitress; it’s her job to take my order and bring out my food. It’s not my problem if her life sucks and she hates the world.
A deep voice speaks and pulls us out of our heated stare down.
“Shelia, chill out, baby. Be nice to the pretty girl.”
“Daulton, shut the hell up and mind your damn business.”
The guy turns to face me from his booth and all eyes are on me.
“Don’t worry about Shelia, her bark is worse than her bite,” he says with a smile.
His dimples appear and instantly grab my attention.
“I’ll take your word for it,” I reply.
He lets out a laugh and blinks his bright blue eyes. I’m captured by this guy and I don’t even know who the hell he is. Between those dimples and eyes, I can guarantee he can get any girl he wants.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Where you from?”
This is not the time or the place to be starting a friendship with anyone. I’m on the run and I need to just eat my breakfast and get the hell out of here.
“Actually, I’m
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