He had no choice. He grabbed his flashlight and trudged through the mud.
Leo blinked. That was… unexpectedly beautiful. enough ass for two
“Truck broke down?” she asked. Her voice was a low, pleasant rumble, like a contented bear. He had no choice
“I know a man running from something. They all have the same look. Wet dog and bad choices.” She reached out and took his coffee mug, setting it aside. “The storm’s not letting up until morning. The phone’s dead. The truck’s dead. The only thing that isn’t dead in this house is me. And I’m tired of being the punchline.” That was… unexpectedly beautiful
“Then sit down, honey,” she said. “It’s a long one. And you’re going to need a second cup of coffee.”
He ignored it. Marge was the kind of ex who called not to say sorry, but to explain why he was the one who should be sorry. He’d rather deal with the truck’s failing transmission.