Ghost Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor - Page 2

Once she'd passed he fought a fog of dust for a good mile, hoping that he was the only one traveling this strip of road today. And God help a deer passing her way for it wouldn't stand a chance. Before it would have time to blink twice, it would become an unlikely hood ornament on the Italian sports car.

No - he wouldn't be shocked to soon discover those red lips and shades wrapped around one of the grandfather oaks lining the dirt road. Would serve her right, too. And he seriously doubted that he would stop to assist the careless idiot.

At that thought, the ancient truck sputtered and lunged, Nick taking a deep breath in the process - glad that the fog of dust had settled because he'd inhaled before he'd thought.

"Come on, baby - only twenty more miles and we'll be home," he eased out, as if the iron machine was filled with life rather than a mix of oil, water and gas.

The was the last time out for the old heap, he silently drifted through his thoughts as the sputtering played out. He'd promised her to his teenage nephew who had plans to restore her to her former beauty. And what a beauty she had been in her day.

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Ghost Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor - Page 2