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baseball bat to his brother’s truck and that was
surprising. He’d been a year older than me in high school, beautiful even then,
but knew the power he wielded over others and did so without shame. His
reputation as a womanizing playboy started in high school and I doubted his time
in NYC had been especially pious. Still, he didn’t look like an asshole who’d
sooner get your pants off than talk to you. Not at first glance, in the dark,
soaked in rain and mud.
    When his attention on the
uneven dirt road kept him from paying any attention to me, I risked a sidelong
look at the infamous King grandson. Jason didn’t have the sun burnt coloring of
his grandfather or Jonathan. He looked like he worked in a big corporate office
with floor to ceiling windows overlooking a lot of big buildings. He looked
like a guy who did lunch meetings and not at places with cracked leather booths
and mismatched salt and pepper shakers. He kept his hazelnut brown hair clean
cut and his strong King jaw line smooth and baby soft. Even though he was
smeared head-to-toe in black mud, he held himself like he was going to a nice
party in his button up dress shirt and slacks. The mud was just a quirky
accessory. 
    His hands gave him away for
what he truly was, a Nebraska man, born and raised in the corn fields, explorer
of creek beds, collector of frogs and toads and crickets. Fisherman, hunter,
Boy Scout by blood. Those calloused, thick fingers spent many summers
detasseling corn and bailing hay. They’d held the reigns of horses and baited
fishing lines.
    Now those rough hands gripped
the steering wheel tight, but not anxious. Nebraska men didn’t get anxious
about much, certainly not a little rain, even if they preferred the lights of
Broadway these days.
    He caught me staring at his
knuckles. The blue glow from the console lights made his already indecently
blue eyes bright, like they were lit from within, and I had to look away.
Anyone who denied Jason King was beautiful to look at was a liar and a jealous
fraud. He and his younger brother looked somewhat alike, though Jason was a
little bigger in stature.
    I’d fallen in love with
Jonathan once upon a time, after all. And like his brother, as it turned out,
Jason’s pretty was notoriously only skin deep. Beneath the charming veneer was
a boy who’d once slept with half the school and at least two teachers if rumor
was to be believed. Even if only half those stories were true.
    Not that the girls were any
better. Jason King should have been the lottery for some lucky Castle girl, if
he could have brought himself to choose one. A one way ticket out of this
nowhere town and into the big city where money and luxury would never be a
problem. Jason got the fancy degree and the wealth and the upscale job, but he
never bothered to pick a Castle Creek girl to share it with. Maybe I didn’t
blame him. They wanted out so badly they were willing to do anyone or
anything for a ticket out.
    They. Not me. In high school
Jason King wouldn’t have crossed the room to tell me my hair was on fire, let
alone screw me in the back of his SUV. And unlike all the other girls in Castle
Creek, I did not want to leave. I had no reason to chase him, and no hope of
success. I’d only dated Jonathan after we both went to the state university and
only got engaged once we’d returned home after graduation. Bailey might have
been Jason’s type. I wasn’t sure.
    “You’re probably freezing,”
he murmured.
    “I’m fine.”
    He ignored me and took one
fist from the steering wheel to click through buttons and knobs on the console
until a gust of warm air filled the cab.
    “I can’t believe you took a
baseball bat to his truck.”
    If I didn’t know better, he
almost sounded impressed.
    I shrugged.
    “I was upset.”
    “No shit.”
    I felt him glancing at me.
The vehicle swerved a little and he immediately returned his attention to the
road.
    “What are you even doing
here?” I asked, bitterness clouding my