No matter how many times he assured her he was up for the task she continued quizzing him repeatedly—this way and that way, on whether or not he understood what it was she was asking. And while Myles thought he understood, honestly, all he could think about at the moment was what it would be like to get away from the shithole of a town he‘d been stuck in and to get down to Austin—where he’d find exactly what it was he needed. Women.
The selection around there had been limited to what amounted to a few ‘regulars.’ And if there was one thing Myles wanted less than anything these days, it was any sort of regularity. Especially concerning who was in his bed.
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