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this
conversation was far from over.
    “ Please talk to me. ” Sometimes I hated how right
I was.
    “ Not now Sunshine. ”
    “ Why? ”
    “ Because . . . ”
    “ Because why? ” My pause in answering only
added more tension to the cramped cab of my truck. “ I
mean come on Tank. Talk to me. Stop pushing me away. Tonight was amazing. ” She paused and I looked
back at her. Sunshine was so close. I could feel the warmth of her shining down
the whole right side of my body. All I had to do was lean slightly to the right
and our lips would touch. Would they be as soft as I remembered? “ You ’ re
amazing. ” Her breath whispered across
my lips as her words danced across my mind.
    “ I ’ m
not, ” was my only response as I
pulled into her neighborhood. There were a lot of words to describe me and
amazing was never one of them. I fucking hated that word. The one word
my mother used every time she had talked about me.
    “ Please talk to me, ” pleaded Campbell as I
turned onto her street.
    “ What the fuck do you want
me to say? ” I
threw the car in park and glared at her.
    “ I don ’ t
know. ” She paused. “ But
something. ”
    “ Ok, ” I yelled. “ How
about where were you born? ” She was not expecting me to throw a question
at her. Her eyes widened as she thought about whether she should answer or not.
    “ Campbell County, Kentucky, ” she answered quietly. “ And
before you ask, Logan was born in Logan City, Utah. ” Interesting. “ Your
turn. ”
    “ I was born here in this
town. ” I asked the next question
quickly before she got a chance to say anything. “ Why
are you so vague about your life before here? I have asked so many questions
that you haven ’ t really answered over the last two weeks. ”
    Campbell took a deep breath before
responding. “ You know my mom died and my dad is a piece
of shit with loads of baggage so Logan and I agreed to move away for a while so
he could straighten his shit out. He is not my biggest fan so whatever. ”
    “ What do you mean? ”
    “ I don ’ t
know. It ’ s
like Logan can do no wrong and I am about as wrong as they come. Nothing is
ever good enough or done right or exactly how he wants it, but somehow by the
grace of God Logan gets it perfect every time without even trying. ” A shocked look overtook
Campbell ’ s
face as if she realized she just said all that. “ Oh.
My. God. I really must be drunk to have said all that out loud. ”
    “ You ’ re
drunk? ”
    “ Not really. ”
    “ Let ’ s
get you inside. ” Nothing could happen tonight if she was
drunk. I reached for the door handle, but her words stopped me.
    “ Not yet, ” she exclaimed. “ Your
turn. ”
    I knew what was coming. “ What
do you want to know? ”
    Without hesitation, Campbell asked, “ Why
do you wake up screaming almost every night when you crash on the couch? ”
    Both of my hands ran through my hair as
I growled in frustration. “ Please, ” she begged.
    “ My mom and sister were
killed when I was little, ” I explained.
    “ Oh Tank, ” she said sadly. “ I
am so sorry. ” I
slammed my hands on the steering wheel.
    “ Yeah well, don ’ t
be, ” I laughed humorlessly. “ I
was fucking there . . . and couldn ’ t
stop it. ” The sharp intake of breath
told me that Campbell either pitied me or was going to try and say she
understood in some fucked up kind of way. “ Let ’ s
just go inside. ” I did not even wait to see if she agreed as
I stormed up to her door.
    “ Tank . . . I  . . .  uh. ” Her stammering pissed me
off.
    “ Listen, I am leaving for a
run tomorrow for a couple of days so why don ’ t I
just stop by when I get back home. ” I looked everywhere but at
her.
    “ Promise? ” The question caught me off
guard. Only one other person had ever asked me to promise anything and I let
him down that horrible night when I was thirteen. My eyes swung to hers and
what I found made my heart skip a beat. Acceptance, warmth and