Sam finally took a good long look at the man across from her, from the dark hair to the five o’clock shadow on his jaw line, he was rugged, and if she wasn’t mistaken a genuine cowboy. Seems even the bigger towns and cities had them, it was a relieving fact though she was curious as to why someone like him would be playing Toby Keith songs in a club that looked anything but country. ”It’d tell ‘er to fork over the cash, cause ya won the bet handsome.” He moved fishing out a phone from his pocket and setting it on the table for her.
”Thanks dawl.” Picking up the phone she moved to dial the number for a tow truck then realized she hadn’t the foggiest idea what that number was. ”Wouldn’t happen to know a towing company? Truck died out in the lot.” Hell what was she gonna do if it couldn’t be fixed by tomorrow night? It was a full moon, and already her skin crawled for escape. She’d need to be outta this deserted town. Last thing she needed was having another town mob after her or more buckshot to the rear.
Exasperated sigh was pushed past plump lips, painted a light earthly hue, she needed a drink or two and a bed other than some flea riddled mattress or the bed of her truck, but she’d get none of it till she got the hell outta dodge. And that required her to have her truck fixed.
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