TUCKER
Taking a deep breath, I pull over on the side of the road across from the police station. Its red brick color symbolizes the war that's been brewing in my mind ever since I read that disturbing note earlier. I know turning myself in is going to mess up my career, but I feel trapped.
Although I couldn't be more thrilled hearing Dixie confess the feelings I knew she still harvested for me, I have a bad feeling that this will end as quickly as it picked up again.
Not only do I refuse to go down for something I can't remember, but I won't get her mixed up in this. She's too gifted and her life means too much to me.
Fuck, I wish this didn't confuse the fuck out of me!
"Oh shit! Tucker, get down!" Dixie quickly shouts, yanking my shoulders to pull me into her lap. My face is greeted with the delicious snack I had a few hours ago.
"Not that I mind this position, but what's going on, Dixie?" I ask, sliding my hand in between her warm thighs. Now that I've tasted my girl again, it'll be nearly impossible for me to resist not touching her. Her moans are like music to my ears. I was looking forward to listening to that track on repeat for the next several days.
"My mother! She's looking right at me!" Dixie slithers down in the seat, covering her face with her hands.
Gradually lifting my head up, I peek over the dashboard and see Gracelyn hailing a taxi. A man stands behind her in a dark hoodie and baseball cap. It's hard to make out his face because it's nearing 9:00 PM and the dimly lit street light is closer to Dixie and me than them.
A white cab pulls up and Gracelyn opens the door. She spins around and pulls the man in for a hug. The two kiss each other's cheeks before she climbs in and shuts the door.
Dixie wiggles, forcing me to sit up a little more. "This must be the guy she's been helping. They look like more than friends, Dixie."
"Oh, stop. My mother kisses everyone on the cheek and expects it in return. Besides, she wouldn't cheat on my father. There's just no way."
Watching the man wave as Gracelyn's taxi drives away, I suddenly feel the oxygen being siphoned out of my lungs as he walks toward me.
"Holy fuck! Is that...?"
"Oh my God, Tucker! Is that your dad?" Dixie finishes what my mouth can't say.
"Shit! Get down!" I shriek, plunging my head back into Dixie's lap as she sinks into the seat.
Trying to keep my cool, I slowly lift my gaze as he passes my truck. His dark brown shaggy hair sticks out from under his familiar black and gold Alabama State Crimson baseball cap. He keeps a straight face as he walks by, running his fingers through his russet-colored beard.
He hasn't changed one bit.
Dixie peeks her head up as he walks further down the street.
"What the fuck is going on?! We should follow him." I shout, feeling impulsive.
Quickly shifting the truck in drive, I catch a glimpse of Dixie digging in her purse, her hands trembling.
"What are you doing, Dixie?"
"I'm texting my mom. She's hiding something, Tucker!" Dixie's eyes wield so much anger and confusion as she starts to type angrily.
Reaching across the cab, I lay my hand over her phone screen.
"We need more information first, Dixie. Let's follow him and see where he goes," I say with great uncertainty vibrating through my voice.
Feeling my pulse race faster than a racecar that's maxed out its top speed, I whip the truck around and see him make a left down the next block.
YOU ARE READING
A Snapshot of Dixie
RomanceDixie Mae is as homegrown as the cotton blossoms on her family's Alabama farm. Growing up with deep southern roots, she becomes accustomed to acting a certain way when it comes to her mother's high standards. Until she offers her a deal in exchange...
