Driving Chloe Wild: A Smoke Jumper Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
Hitching for a ride, he thought, when she should have been riding high in a limo. A bright red roller bag decorated with polka-dot duct tape peeked out from behind the enormous white mountain of her wedding dress. She shifted as he drew closer, waving her thumb frantically, and he caught a glimpse of pink Converse sneakers. It wasn’t a sight a man saw every day—and that was saying something, since Adrian Henry had spent the last two years working a Vegas firehouse. He’d seen plenty of things, some of which he would have given his right nut to unsee. From the looks of the bride, she’d had a similar day. Her mascara had run, giving her a raccoon-like look (as the baby brother to three older sisters, he’d been the unwilling subject of far too many make-overs and had learned the difference between waterproof and wash-off when he’d had to go to first grade sporting mascaraed lashes). She wasn’t crying now, however. In fact, she looked angry. Maybe she sensed he had no intention of stopping.
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