The full moon exposed itself from the frothy clouds it had been disguised behind. For the first time, Roxy took a proper look at the man before her in the moonlight. He stood at maybe, six foot-four. His muscles swelled through in his snug fitting gray tee shirt. He looked like a body builder or athlete. He donned blue jeans that sat relaxed on his waist, and hung loose the rest of the way down. His arms were blanketed in a variety of intricate tattoos that seemed to climb up under the sleeves of his tee. Short, black hair topped his head and graced the stubble on his chiseled face. His brown eyes tenderly scanned Roxy as she spoke. “Don’t know about you, but we should probably get somewhere a little more secure. We’re in the wide open here. From the sound of it, your house isn’t an option and mine is toast. Literally, it’s on fire. Maybe we can go over and check out one of those warehouses back on Hells Canyon. I’m sure that they’ll have a phone, a radio or something, so we could get some news updates to find out exactly what’s going on.
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