It Was All the Daisy's Fault by Elizabeth SaFleur

Author:Elizabeth SaFleur [SaFleur, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781949076400
Publisher: Elizabeth SaFleur LLC

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Charlotte was an hour away, and for once, traffic was fairly light. During their travels along Rt. 74, Scarlett regaled him with her dirty joke collection. Some were corny, others ingenious. He still couldn’t believe he got roped into hearing them, a dare that she could make him laugh with at least one of them.

“Okay, here’s another,” she said. “And then I’ll stop. What do you call a person who doesn’t masturbate?”

“A liar.”

Her lips dropped open. “You knew the punch line.”

“Is that it? Because I was being serious.” He laughed a little despite the fact that he’d mentally calculated how much he’d had to fist himself over the last few days.

“I knew you had a sense of humor in there.”

He didn’t. He hadn’t laughed a lot in recent years. Then again, his profession was no laughing matter.

She shifted her legs, bare and visible in a blue dress shorter than he’d ever seen her wear. It basically meant he could see her knees. He’d never given much thought to that part of a woman’s anatomy. Now he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at the deep dimples on either side of her kneecap, how her skin was smooth without a single blemish.

“Wow, I’d forgotten how much traffic is here,” she said.

So had he, honestly. Gone for under four weeks, and returning to it annoyed him more than it should have. In fact, the closer they’d grown to Charlotte, the more agitated he grew at the people in front of him, around him, as if they were stopping him from advancing on purpose.

As usual, as soon as they breached the city limits and cruised along the city streets, traffic lightened to only the weekend crowd. It was such a strange thing to have the outskirts of a city being more crowded than the city itself, especially on a Saturday evening.

The twilight had set in, a purple haze growing in the sky. Scarlett glowed in the light. She had worn some make-up, which was both unneeded but appreciated. Shocking because, until then, he hadn’t noticed that she went without it most of the time. Titillating because she’d worn it with him like she’d made a bit more effort to be with him tonight.

He slowed as a white BMW pulled to the curb at the plaza. A glance at the license plate, and he didn’t recognize it. That was another thing he underestimated, the number of people he might run into that he knew. It’d merely provide yet another opportunity to explain why he wasn’t at Charlotte Memorial any longer. It was a story he could live the rest of his life without telling another soul.

After parking in the parking garage, they hurried up the elevator, through the hallways, lobby, and finally settled in their seats.

“Wow,” Scarlett said, overlooking the auditorium. His seats were on the first balcony on the left, a private box in the Blumenthal Performing Arts Center. “Great view.”

“It is.” He glanced around. He was thankful not to run into anyone he knew in the elevator or the lobby.

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