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“Jesus, Krys, maybe you wanna talk to me before you hire some sorry-ass, old, fat, suburban bitch to drag around our goddamned bar?� I stopped and had to put a hand to the wall to hold myself up. Sorry-ass, old, fat, suburban bitch. That beautiful man’s words ricocheted around my head causing damage that was so excruciating I knew the way it was inflicted it would never, never heal.
Whatever. Whatever! This was my life as I wanted to lead it. This was the place I wanted to live it. I’d been on the road driving through towns and cities looking for what I needed and after four and a half months, this was the only place that felt right. And Bubba’s felt right too. Even though it wasn’t much and the people weren’t nice, it still felt right.
“Right away, oh Captain, my captain,� I mumbled and moved away, nabbing the spray and cloth.
“Babe, you aren’t out there.� His arms gave me another squeeze. “You’re right here.� “You know what I mean,� I said quietly. “I need you to say it again,� he told me. “Why?� I asked, my voice pitching higher. “So I can say it back, Ace.�
