*****While the men seemed completely at ease, Jillian was not. She wasn't entirely sure that the cooling evening air was to blame for the prickles on her skin.
She wasn't afraid of them, but she was feeling... nervous? No, anxious. As if something were buzzing on the surface of the atmosphere.
Her toolbox behind the seat held a rubber mallet, and while it did not normally require three adults to tap a hubcap back into place, tonight seemed to be an exception.
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the chase
FanfictionA fast moving, hard driving, no desires left behind, pursuit of a woman and satisfaction. Back in town after months of travel, 24 year old Jillian McGuire tries to outrun the unwanted attention of a car full of strangers. Who knew that when she lo...