The scent of rain hung heavy in the cool air. The graying sky hid the last of the sun sinking fast in the west. As he made a beeline for his truck, a gust of wind picked up a handful of leaves and danced them around parking lot. A storm was coming. Cramming a hand into his leather jacket pocket, he extracted his keys and pressed the remote to unlock his vehicle. Click. “What a hell of a day,” he muttered, reaching for the door handle. The mournful creak reminded him that he had to oil the hinges. From rambunctious teenagers weaving throughout the crowded streets on skateboards and bikes to several beered-up men streaking on the family beach, the nutcases were out in full force. What was it about the heat of summer that made the youth act up, to get into more mischief than usual? They even had a seventy-something couple arrested for shoplifting. The moment he had stepped into the office, a steady stream of calls kept coming, while all he could think about was getting back to Andie. The anticipation of hearing her voice, holding and kissing her was killing him.
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