75. CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
Jillian breezes past me in the kitchen bundled in a coat a few days later. “I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I’m so attached to this woman, I can’t be away from her for very long before I start to itch with hives.
“To start up my dad’s old car.” She grabs a set of keys from a wooden plaque with hooks near the back door. “Mom does it once a week.”
“For five years?” I look out the window over the sink at the detached garage behind the house.
“Yeah, he loved that old car.” Jillian smiles. “She doesn’t want to sell it.”
“How old is old?” My interest piques. “Some cars have vintage value.”
“I’m not sure this one does. Dad kept it mint, but it’s not rare or anything.” She pushes the door open.
I follow her without slipping on a coat and instantly regret it. The deeper we get into December, the colder it gets. And wakes up those vicious memories that haunt me to this day.
Dealing with the biting chill on my skin, I trail past the burgundy Camry that sits in front of the garage. Elena’s car, I guess.
Jillian bends down to pull up the closed metal door, and I stop her.
“New rule, sparkles. You don’t bend down for anything when I’m around except to get fucked or to suck my cock.”
“Maybe I want to get fucked.” She smiles, shaking her adorable plump arse at me.
“Do you think I won’t fuck you right here in your driveway?” I strut toward her, and she backs up, her face reddened with horror. “I thought so.”
I bend down to lift the garage door and the smell of gasoline, dirt, and wet cement attack me at once. But it’s her dad’s treasure that chokes the breath out of me.
The car that strikes me with my most visceral memory…