CHAPTER SEVEN
God, she was cranky.
Something must’ve made her that way.
It took all kinds around here. They didn’t call it the Lost Coast for nothing, and it was common for people to live off the grid in the middle of nowhere.
I knew it was old-fashioned, but for some reason her striking beauty made her extreme solitude more of an oddity.
Why? Was it because I thought it was a huge waste to sequester her prettiness away from the world? From me in particular?
Was she a recluse?
She certainly knew how to protect herself from harm. The sight of her relaxed poise while she aimed the barrel of her g*n at my forehead crossed my mind. Respect. She was clearly well-trained on how to shoot and wasn’t relying on anyone else to do it for her. Where did she acquire such talent?
And yet, thinki
