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with an application form. “Yeah, here, fill this out. Got any experience?” She comes around the end of the counter, looking me up and down.
    “You know what, don’t tell me,” she continues. “You seem small-town, and we small-town women have worked our asses off for centuries to keep our heads afloat,” she says, walking toward the kitchen. “Be back here in a couple of hours and we’ll talk.” She disappears behind the swinging doors.
    You betcha I’ll be back here for that job. Looking at the menu for the diner, I see that they have a salad that is only a couple of dollars. So I order it and a soda and get to work on filling out this application in hopes that I land the job.
    ***
    Ryder
    Holy shit! I never thought I’d meet this chick again. She’s the one, the one that literally stumbled into my life off the street corner. No pun intended, of course, but shit, she is really here.
    “Hello?” I wave my hand in her face, hoping to get her attention. She looks so disconnected, reading over paperwork or something.
    “Yeah. Hi, I’m Faith.” She shakes her hand and says it rather quickly as if I caught her doing something wrong.
    She is so beautiful, so pure. You can see it and smell it. This diner is a shithole and smells like asshole and cheeseburgers. But despite that, I can still smell her—so sweet.
    She is even innocent in her demeanor. She’s so out of place that all I can do is laugh at the situation. “Well, I didn’t ask your name, but okay. I’m Ryder,” I say, laying on my famous panty-dropping smile. No response – she doesn’t even look up from her papers. But she gives a faint, beguiling smile.
    That’s the moment I know I have to have her.
    ***
    “Man, did you see how amazingly hot Faith is?” I ask Ziggy, shoving a fry into my mouth.
    “Bro, I’m amazed you even remember that bitch’s name. You’re the worst when it comes to names, especially chicks’ names.” He smacks my arm and takes a drink of his beer.
    “Fuck you, dude, she’s different.” I slam the rest of my beer and get up from the booth we’re sitting in.
    “I’m gonna hit the pisser and then we need to bounce out for a few,” I tell him over my shoulder. I can’t get her smell outta my head, like the cross between a stripper and a hippy. But it’s a good fragrance, a scent that would probably smell amazing mixed with sex. Ryder, you’re a sick fuck!
    Yeah, I know I am. That’s what happens when you’re in a big rig 24/7. “Faith, Faith, Faith. Faith.” I say her name over and over, in different tones, to test how it sounds coming out of my mouth.
    “Dude, shut the fuck up! You are worse than a chick,” Ziggy laughs coming into the bathroom at the same time I say her name for the umpteenth time. “Faith, Faith,” he starts mocking me.
    I turn and kick him in the ass as I walk out the door. “Fuck you. I’ll meet you in the apartment. We need to get ready.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Asshat!” He flips me off before he starts taking a piss.
    Walking out the bathroom, I drop some cash on the table for the check, together with a hefty tip.
    “Where you headed, Ry?” I hear Layla say as I head for the front door. Sisters like to keep tabs.
    “Going to the apartment to clean up and get ready to do a run to Arizona,” I call out as I sling my cut on. “We’ll be back soon.” I wink at her as I head through the door.
     

Chapter 3
    Faith
    AFTER FINISHING MY LUNCH and the application, I’ve got some time to kill before I need to go back there. It’s nice and sunny, so I go outside and text my brother to let him know that I am working on getting a job in hopes that I can go home soon.
    I turn toward the front doors when, bam! I run into a man’s chest and am thrown back a few steps as I try to get my footing. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. I—I was distracted,” I say in a small voice.
    Not entirely sure of who—or what—I ran into, I slowly look up and see a gorgeous man