Could I have driven her to work in my truck? Of course, I could have. But then, I wouldn’t have had the fun of weaving through traffic with her clinging to me. I don’t think it was a hard choice; any guy would have made the same choice. And it’s not like I needed the truck for hauling anything for work. I'm the foreman at the construction site I am scheduled to be at today, so I don’t need to bring more than myself.
Driving my Harley clears my head, and I need a mind wipe. A lot happened these past few days, especially in the last twenty-four hours. Some people would probably say I shouldn’t go to work. To those people, I say fuck off. If I’m at work, my mind will be on the job and not all the shit that’s happened. If I stayed home, I’d overthink and do something stupid.
The drive to her job, which I knew where to go because I read the company name over her left breast, was over too quickly. The only way I’d have been willing to stay home is if it was her. I’d been okay with skipping
