“Later,” I said before walking to my truck. I felt his eyes on my back but didn’t turn around. There would be time to explore my world-weary temporary employee soon enough.
After I got back home, I did the dishes, took a quick shower, and cleaned up the spare bedroom that hadn’t been occupied, except by the occasional guest, since I’d bought the place. If Murphy decided to stay around for a day or two, he’d need a place to sleep at night.
Before leaving for the store, I stood next to my truck and stared at the roiling ocean. What if Murphy was that somethingI’d been missing? Wouldn’t it be a hoot if a biker from out of nowhere defined my future? I shook my head and chuckled as I got into the truck.
Sometimes life just threw things at you, and the only way to survive was to ride the waves.
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