Doesn’t matter. I don’t need the hows or whys; the girl is clearly in some kind of distress, and sitting on the side of the road when snow’s about to roll through at any moment and cut off the town… well, she couldn’t have picked a worse time to have a flat. Worst timing? Or best timing? Holy fuck. No. I scrub one hand over my mouth. Don’t even fucking think like that for one second. She’s Brad’s best friend, his same age, and spent half her teenage years round the ranch while the two of them grew up together. That puts her in the don’t even goddamn think about it, you old perv category.
