I see Miller pulling his cap down to hide the top half of his face. I roll my eyes and blow a puff of steam out in front of me. Ugh. Seriously? Again? He rolls down the passenger window and slows the truck to a crawl. A dark shadow obscures a sinfully beautiful face, the hard lines of his jaw emphasizing the fleshy curve of his lips. He looks around furtively. “You working?” “No! Definitely not. I’m not a—” He does this all the time. Never gets tired of it. Not even a little bit. I turn in a huff and head back toward our house. It's too cold for this shit. He follows me, engine idling from the
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SCREAMING!!!!
