“Hey. I’m just looking out for you.” She sounded genuine. But if that were the case, she wouldn’t have broken my fucking heart all those years ago. It annoyed the crap out of me that she was now contaminating my new Silverado. I’d had to get rid of the Mustang a couple years back because her white-musk-and-apples stench had been engraved into the seats. Now, here I was, surrounded by her scent again.
