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Chapter 4

Once Wesley's grandmother fell, she decided to move back home permanently. She knew it she would eventually run into Fletch but she never thought she would see her this soon. And she could have chosen not to.

"I don't know what to say." Wesley said. Fletch had changed. She was mature, sophisticated, and she couldn't help but notice the other woman's breath deepen every time she got closer to her.

"You don't have to say anything," replied Fletch.

"Like I said in the text, I only wanted to talk so I can get everything I needed to say out."

She paused, "I also just wanted to see you. I needed one last conversation with you, face to face."

Ignoring everything her body was telling her Wesley spoke, "I'm glad we could have this conversation." She took a deep breath, "It is getting really late, so I should get back to my grandparents."

It had been a while, it was about 12am now.

Wesley didn't hesitate or wait for Fletch to reply. She turned around and walked back into the Cabin to get her keys. She got her keys and went to get in her car. When she walked up to her car, she noticed something was off. She looked at her front tire and it was completely flat. Shit. She cursed to herself. It was fine she had a spare and she has changed a tire enough times to not need any help.

She went around to the back of her car to get her spare tired and she looked down. Another flat? Two flat tires. How was that possible? She checked her other two and they were fine. She looked over at Fletch's car. Both of her back tires were flat as well. What was going on?

It was now a little after midnight. She didn't want to wake her grandparents and there was not a single place was open to get her tires fixed. What was she going to do?

After a few minutes of trying to figure out what to do she decided to go in and talk to Fletch. She went up and peeked in the screen door. She saw Fletch in the kitchen getting a glass of water.

"Can I come in?" Wesley said.

"Yeah. Is something wrong?" Fletch replied.

"Come see for yourself."

The two women walked outside, and Wesley showed Fletch their tires.

"What the hell, I just put new tires on this thing." Fletch used the flashlight on her phone and inspected the tires.

"These are roofing nails." She said while picking one up to examine it.

"Why are there nails in the driveway?" Wesley asked.

"I hired some guys a couple days ago to redo the roof." She tossed placed the nails gently on the bumper of the car.

"We got a bad storm a week ago and it tore half of it off. They must have dropped some or left them in the driveway." Fletch said. Though it is very upsetting she just got those tires put on a few days ago. She wasn't mad. Why was that?

"Both of us have two flats and our tires won't fit on each other's car. How am I going to get back?"

Wesley did own half of the Cabin. She could sleep on the couch because lord knows she couldn't face the spare room. The spare room is what they turned into their playroom. The playroom is where it all happened. The worst day of Wesley's life.

"I'll have my assistant call the roofers first thing in the morning and I can have one of my drivers come get you to take you back." Fletch pulled out her phone and was typing away.

"Wait," Wesley hurried. "Your assistant? A driver?"

"Yeah, they won't care. It is their job after all." Fletch kept typing.