Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Elliot
I’m the one that endlessly teased my brothers about settling down and starting families. There’s no way I could have guessed that I’d be the next guy getting swept off my feet.
When I round the curve of the highway, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life is slowly trekking her way up the hill, holding her cell phone up in the air in search of a signal.
Harbor is everything I never knew I needed in my life. She gives me structure outside of the club. With her, everything is peaceful and steady.
~*~*~
Harbor
Breaking down on the side of the highway when darkness is descending just makes my already crappy, exhausting day worse. On top of all that, I have no cell reception to call for a tow truck.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to be SOL. But then, a hot biker slows to a stop beside me.
He’s sweet, funny, and charming. And he also doesn’t seem to mind that I like being in control.
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1
Harbor
I was exhausted. The heat was here in full force this week, which meant more people were out and about. That also meant the emergency room was busier than normal. The heat made people irritable, and they lashed out at us over the simplest things.
Especially things that were out of our control as nurses.
As ER nurses, we were doing our best. We couldn’t control how fast the doctor moved. We couldn’t control if the doctor let them have water or food or anything else to drink. It was all out of our hands. We could only do what we could to make everyone as comfortable as possible.
Which usually meant forgoing our own comfort… a lot.
With one hand still on the steering wheel, I reached up with my other hand to rub one of my gritty eyes. I was so tired, they were beyond dry, to the point it hurt to keep them open. And it didn’t help that I had to make the drive all the way from Augusta to Davisboro to even get home. And that was a good hour-long drive.
State Route 540 felt never-ending on days like these, and I groaned in relief when I finally passed the green sign with white lettering that told me I’d crossed into Washington County. I reached over and turned the radio up a little louder before using the buttons on my steering wheel to try to find a station that had something playing that I knew. If I didn’t find something to sing along to soon, I was going to fall asleep behind the wheel. I already had the windows down, but the wind wasn’t helping much anymore.
My car suddenly began to lose speed, despite me pressing the accelerator. Steam quickly billowed from under my hood. My eyes widened in horror as I veered the car to the newly-paved shoulder. This wasn’t happening. Not today of all days!
“No, no, no!” I cried, slamming my hands on the steering wheel before I turned the car off. My Ford Fusion wasn’t anything brand new by any means—it was ten years old—but it was a good car with low miles. It’d been reliable for years.
Why did it have to break down on the day I was bone-deep exhausted?
Cursing, I slid out of my car and snatched my phone out, staring down at the circle with the line through it by the time in the upper, right-hand corner. Of course, I would break down at the bottom of a hill where I didn’t have fucking signal. Why was this day determined to be an absolute shit-show?
Goddammit, what had I been thinking, settling in a small town? Was peace and quiet truly worth this kind of bullshit? Because right then, I was beginning to think it wasn’t. At least if I lived in Augusta, I’d already be passed out in my comfortable bed. I could’ve even ordered food and had it delivered to me instead of making anything for myself.
Groaning, I looked up the hill both ways, trying to figure out which side was less steep. I needed a signal, and while I knew walking on a highway like this one while it was nearly dark wasn’t exactly the smartest decision, I had to if I wanted to make any kind of phone call and get some help. I needed a tow truck. I didn’t want to be out here all damn night.
Sighing and praying that I wouldn’t accidentally get smacked by an eighteen-wheeler or another car, I began to hike up the hill in the direction traffic flowed, keeping watch on my phone in case I happened to get a signal before I got all the way to the top. It was doubtful, but I was hoping some kind of luck would be on my side.