The Wrong Side of Midnight Read Free Page B

the pool in the next yard. The girls had gotten up and were walking toward the water. He couldn’t stop staring at the long-haired blonde in the red bikini. There’s one hell of a lucky bastard running around.
    Matthew hadn’t dated in over a year. He swore off women when his relationship with Josie ended. She was sweet, but she couldn’t be happy with a man who couldn’t give her all the material things she wanted in life. When she stood there and explained the way she honestly felt to Matthew, the guy who’d given her everything he possibly could, he walked away and hasn’t spoken to her since.
    By the time the workday ended, Matthew was both physically and mentally exhausted. Trying to maintain any kind of balance between work and taking care of his father was one big blur. He didn’t have enough money to help his dad get the medical care he needed, and it was breaking Matthew. He’d slowly watched that strong man decompensate, and it ate at him every day.
     
     
    John ordered another round of beers for the crew and then turned to Matthew. “You need a woman.”
    “Yeah, like I need another hole in my head.”
    “Not all women are like Josie.”
    “I think I’ll pass.”
    “Some woman will come along and sweep you off your feet, and then I can say I told you so.”
    Matthew chuckled as he stood. “It's a little after one, and I still have to go home and shower. We have to be to work at sunrise.” He reached inside the pocket of his dirty jeans and pulled out money. He tossed it on the table in front of John and said he’d see him bright and early.
    “Yeah, I'll head out soon. This job will suck. We’ll be up there for most of the week, and it’s only going to get hotter.”
    Matthew nodded in agreement and then headed out to the parking lot. His old pickup truck was on its last leg, even the bumper was holding on by a bungee cord or two. At least, on most days that is, it got him back and forth to work. But this evening, it had no intentions of cooperating. Sighing heavily, Matthew got back out of the spewing pickup and lifted the hood. He got the container out of the back and walked to the side of the building to fill it with water. He’d love a new vehicle but the last thing he needed was another bill. For only being twenty-six, he owed more than most. He didn’t have student loans, a mortgage, or car payments. It was his father’s medical bills that were sinking him.
    As he was pouring water into the radiator, a bright red Jeep caught his eye. A very beautiful blonde sat behind the wheel looking up at the sign of the bar. Sweet cheeks, you’re on the wrong side of midnight, Matthew laughed to himself. She got out and walked inside the dim, dusty bar. Those guys in there will eat her alive. She should come running out any second now. Matthew couldn’t resist. He replaced the radiator cap, closed the hood and walked back towards the bar entrance, and sure enough, the cute blonde came barreling out the door in utter panic and ran right smack into Matthew’s arms. She must have met my work crew…
     
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    Chloe drove absentmindedly while trying not to start crying again. She didn’t care where she ended up. All Chloe knew was there wasn’t any way she could bring herself to drive back to that house. There was nothing there for her besides her best friend, and she knew Becky was just a phone call away. Slowly she headed past the rest of the estates and wealthy suburbs. Kids were running and laughing across front yards, and the adults were out there with them. Small children drew chalk pictures on sidewalks, a father was teaching a young child how to ride a bike, birthday and graduation parties…Chloe stepped on the accelerator.
     
     
    The sun had gone down and she didn't realize how far she’d driven. She snapped out of daze when she crossed a set of very bumpy railroad tracks on a poorly maintained road. Houses became closer together, and windblown garbage