She’s hiding something from me. I’m not one to pry, but a girl as pretty as her just doesn’t run away. She’s running from something. And I’m going to find out just what she’s running from. She was expecting anyone can see that. That’s why my first instinct was to ask her if she was running from the baby’s
father. I was surprised when she said he was behind bars, so who was she running from, and why was she running?
She’s a mystery. I’ll give her that. I haven’t been so intrigued by a woman as much as I have by her. I bet she turned some heads growing up. She can’t be much older than twenty-five, maybe a little less. I’m thirty-five and most women say I have the stamina of a twenty-one-year-old not to brag or anything.
The one thing my mother hates is that I haven’t settled down yet. I w
