Blue Dog Rv Medford Oregon の小説・ストーリー

Maybe she was too young to sense the se*ual pull between us. “Believe me, you won’t impose.” I steered the car towards the quiet De Anza Cove Drive, straight into the Mission Bay Resort. It was a popular waterside RV park, where I had almost fifteen vehicles stationed, fully booked, with guests ready to explore all San Diego offered. “Oh, do you live in a vehicle?” She sounded excited instead of judgmental. It wasn’t a reaction I had expected from a rich, spoiled runaway heiress. “Yes. Come on, princess. Let’s get some sleep.” I unlocked the car, and she got out, yawning at the mention of sleeping.

Fog drenched and chilled, more like the Pacific Northwest than the hot and sunny parts of California most people think of. This is the last location Dad had in his planner. Ironclaw HQ, 1337 Eucalyptus Lane. D.R. Riven. It’ll be my first stop tomorrow morning. My rescuer’s truck slows in front of one of the bed-and-breakfasts. A weather-beaten wood sign flaps in the wind. Stillwater Pines. Despite the fact that it’s tourist season, the parking lot is mostly empty. Not a great omen.