I walked through the door and walked out of his life. It was harder than I thought it would be. We came from different worlds..not literally. He was high class, all money and power. I was not, it was all about my life and my career. It’s a strange story the way we met…

I sat there staring at the scratch in my bumper. Damnit! Can’t people just watch where they are going? It’s not like I wasn’t parked perfectly between the white lines, the back of my car was not outside the parking space. How could anyone hit my big old Chevy truck. Not like it was hard to miss. No note!! Nothing!! Damnit!

I grabbed my cell phone out of my back pocket and proceeded to dial 9-1-1. An operator picked up and I told her that I was in the Wal-mart parking lot and that someone hit my car and ran. Could I possibly get a police report, so that I could take it to my insurance company. She said she would send the call over to dispatch, but that it could be a while, just to sit tight. I sighed and lowered the tailgate on the truck, told the operator I wasn’t going anywhere. I lay back and looked up at the clear blue sky, an occasional cloud would blow by, it was a typical summer day in Texas. Hot as Hell and no rain in sight. I was glad that I made the decision for shorts and a white tank top for my shopping trip. My flip flops dangling from my feet as I swung them back and forth. Since I was going to be here a while, I sat up and leaned through the sliding rear window and grabbed my beat up copy of some cheesy romance. Sat back down on my toolbox and leaned against the back of the truck cab. I proceeded to read the romance with the all the enthusiasm I could muster. Cars came and went around me, but no one asked any questions of me. That’s when I heard it. The purr of a high performance engine, with the tiniest bit of a whistle from a turbo. I looked over to see a screaming Yellow Porsche 911GT pull in beside my beat up old 87 Chevy. My first thought was ‘Damn that sounds nice’…my second thought was ‘ Why in the hell is someone in a Porsche at Wal-Mart???’

The door opened and the driver was cautious not to hit my truck, they prolly didn’t want Chevy cooties or some nonsense like that. Then he stepped out. He had sandy blonde hair, with a tint of natural red highlights, and the prettiest blue eyes I think I have ever seen. He was dressed casual in a pair of jeans that hugged his legs without being to tight, and a blue and white polo. He looked up at me on the toolbox of the truck with a smutty romance in my hand and a look of utter surprise on my face. I blushed and turned away, shoving the book back through the sliding window to the cab.

“Good Afternoon ma’am.” He said in a southern drawl, with a smile to make your toes curl.

“Afternoon.” I said back quietly. He walked toward the doors of Wal-mart, and I still sat there stunned, not sure what to think. Still a little baffled. I shook myself out of the contorted confusion that my brain had slumped into, and leaned my head back against the cab, and proceeded to watch the clouds again. I glanced every so often to the Porsche on my left.

I was still sitting there about a half hour later, my head still laying back on the cab of the truck, my eyes closed, and the sun warm on my body. I heard the soft steps on the pavement, and then a snicker of a laugh. I opened one eye and raised my head off the cab. He was standing there at the tailgate of my truck with a smug smile on his face.

“Can I help you?” I asked lazily.

“I was wondering the same thing, do you need a ride someplace, or something?” He gestured at me and then the truck and then his Porsche.

“Nope, just waiting for a cruiser to show up, some ass backed into my truck, I need a police report for my insurance.” I shrugged at him.

“Oh.” He looked truly perplexed. “How long until the police officer gets here?”

“Ummm, I don’t know, this isn’t exactly a high priority thing. Could be two or three hours.” I added with a sigh, and layed my head back on the cab of the truck.

“Do you mind if I stick around?” He asked quietly.

My stomach dropped and my heart almost stopped. What in the name of all things good was he doing? I sat there for a second, and thought it through. “Sure, why not? I mean you can just go through hell right along with me. It’s only about one hundred degrees out here, and you are in jeans. Should be all types of comfortable for you to hang out in the back of an old beater like mine, when you have that nice little turbo sitting right there.” I smiled and laughed.

He looked at me with this look of wonder on his face. He then proceeded to take his jeans off right there, I covered my eyes and tried to scramble through the little sliding glass window, as he started laughing. I looked up, and he was standing there in a pair of blue swim trunks. I shot him a disapproving glare, and he laughed harder.

“I was on my way to a really dull and boring party at the lake, and I was stopping here for a cooler and some water and ice.” He motioned down to the pavement. I stood up and walked to the end of the tailgate, and looked down to see a cooler and some bottled water. I was about to turn back and head to the front of the truck bed, I swiveled, my flip flop caught and I lost my balance. Falling head over heels off the back of the tailgate. He caught me before I hit the ground, and set me down on my feet. I stepped back quickly, mumbled a thank you and sat down on the tail gate.

“Not often I have girls falling for me this quickly.” He showed me a very confident smile and threw a wink my way. I proceeded to roll my eyes. Making a gagging motion with my finger. He laughed at me, and sat down on the tailgate beside me. “My name is Josh, what’s yours?” He held out his hand.

“Jesse, nice to meet you, and thanks for saving my skull.” I shook his hand and looked away quickly. His hands were soft as silk.

(more to come keep reading)