Dashing All the Way

by Chelsea Curto

My buddies are the only ones who know about my secret side gig moonlighting as an audiobook narrator.

Omg this is perfect

“Two and a half hours of running. In the grand scheme of life, that’s nothing.” “It is nothing. Think of all the hours you’ve already put in. Think of all the miles you’ve run to get here, Margo. This is your victory lap, and I want you to celebrate it.”

This is gorgeous

The woman in front of me doesn’t know who I am, but I know who she is. Margo Andrews. My son’s girlfriend, and someone I’ve only seen in passing.

Oh fuck yes

My son’s ex-girlfriend. I’m going straight to hell.

Lets fucking gooooo

“Hang on.” She snaps her fingers. “You sound just like the dude who narrated the book I listened to last night.” Fuck.

Hahaahhaha yessssss

“Catching you. I guess that’s a thing we do. The kids will love to hear this story one day.”

This guy is most definitely Josh 2.0

I almost fell, and he caught me. Is he usually that chivalrous?” “Most chivalrous guy I know,” Holden says. “He lent me his Maserati while my car was in the shop,” Rhett adds. “Pretty sure he saved someone from a burning building.” “Didn’t he get the Presidential Medal of Honor?”

Lolllllll

“There’s a reason I look familiar. You, uh, dated my son. Jeremy.”

LOLLLLLLL

“Does this work into some sort of revenge plan? Your ex fucked you over, so you fuck his dad?”

“Would it help if I called you Daddy?”