Monster Among the Roses
“I just… It’s so nice. It’s too nice. I don’t belong in a truck this nice.”
When I went to take a step back, Isobel caught my arm. “Shaw,” she warned, arching her eyebrows threateningly. “Don’t you dare wig out. It’s just a truck.”
“Ju…just a truck?” I exploded. Just a truck. Right. And Porter Hall Estate was just a house. “It’s a brand spanking new Super Duty F-450 Platinum. That’s what it is! It’s like the boss of badass trucks. Do you know how much this thing had to cost? Holy fuck, Isobel. What if I wreck it, or dent it, or get a freaking scratch on it?” I was afraid to even touch it, much less drive it.