The Dual Claim
I heard as I rounded the corner and saw my beloved standing inches away from my brilliant, but currently cowering omega mechanic, Nohan.
Vanessa’s head whipped around the moment she saw me. She all but ran to me, in her rhinestone bedazzled jeans, and prissy country-western boots, fiddling with those infernal bracelets. “Gabriel, thank the Luna you’re here!”
I held her at arm’s length. “Why is that?”
“This man,” she pouted, pointing in Nohan’s direction.
I half expected her to stomp her foot.
“This man,” she repeated. “Is trying to send back my limo.”