Razor's Edge (Afflictions) by Racquel Reck Page A

reception."
    Shouldn’t she be more worried? She was just in a car accident. Maybe she’s in shock, or maybe I’m just over reacting. All she did was hit a snowbank. Why am I feeling like this? I hardly know her. I cringe at my behavior before. What if I’d kept on driving? Left her out here in the middle of butt-fucking-Siberia? Wiley’s right. I’m a complete asshole.
    "Yeah, but come in before all the snow piles on the seat." Wiley makes room, and she climbs right in.
    Wiley has a huge grin on his face, and makes no move to exit my Hummer. I’ve seen that look in his eyes before. He’s shopping for a Monday night special, and Shay’s rare meat—tough, but tender.
    I slam the door, letting off some steam, but not enough to cool my engine. In all fairness, Wiley doesn’t know that I want her, but that doesn’t stop my overwhelming urge to rip his dick off and feed it to him. When did I suddenly become that asshole? The one who wants to fight his best bud over a girl?
    I need a blunt right now! Stupid fucking bet. Bryan and his luck. I should’ve known better than to play his game. He is a gambling man and has tons of experience.
    Trekking through the snow, I head to the front of Shay’s car. The wind has died down now and the snow is falling slowly.
    The passenger-side door flies open, it comes centimeters from creaming me in the nuts. Ben knocks into my side and I stumble to keep my footing. Looking down, I see his red Lightening McQueen ski-mask.
    "Morgan!" Ben looks up at me, and steps back. "You shoulda seen it! A huge deer ran out in front of Mom’s car and she swerved," he does the hand motions of driving a car, "and…BOOM! It was so much fun." He laughs.
    The kid’s excitement over the accident does nothing to alleviate my nerves. If anything, it cranks them higher. That crash could have taken a deadly turn. If she hit a deer in that tight little car, instead of swerving, the thing would have gone through the windshield and plowed into her and Ben. Definitely toke-a-smoke time.
    "You’re okay, right?" Pulling off his ski-mask, I crouch down and search for bruises.
    "I’m fine. My seat belt saved me."
    Tryst comes around the vehicle. "The front is smashed. I cleared some of the snow away. Looks like she went through the bank and hit the guard rail." He glances back at her Probe then looks back to me. "No use pulling this out. She’s gonna need a body shop."
    A door slams.
    I stand and run a hand through my wind-whipped, spiky hair.
    Shay’s headed our way, clutching her beanie in both hands. Her eyebrows are narrow and there is a glare to her eyes. She’s pissed and shakes her body out as if to rid it of a creepy feeling. I don’t blame her. My nerves are shot. They’re lucky they’re not injured.
    "What did the tow company say?" Tryst asks.
    She bends down, hugs Ben and kisses his head.
    He pushes her away. His cheeks are red as he glances back at me and rolls his eyes. "I’m fine, Mom. Jeez."
    She shakes her head and sighs. "It’s a state of emergency and their hands are tied." She stands up and puts her beanie back on. "There were a ton of accidents tonight, and since I’m fine and my car is off the road, I’m low priority. They can’t have anyone out here until tomorrow afternoon. I gave them my number, and they said they’d call when they were sending someone out."
    "Tomorrow afternoon?" Tryst growls. "How long does it take them to clear the damn roads?"
    "It depends on the number of accidents and how bad they are." I shrug. "I used to work for a towing company when I was a teen. They gave you that time to cover their asses. They’ll probably call you sooner than that."
    "Fabulous!" Shay throws up her hands.
    I smile. Can’t help it. I’m glad they’re okay. “Come on, we’ve got an extra room at the cabin.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                 

 
     
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    Shay
     
    Morgan’s leather seats are cozy,