Free Love on a Dirt Road (The Roughneck Series Book 1) by Nicole Hart Page B

worse for me. So fucking beautiful.
    Me: LOL. Your turn.
      A couple of minutes later, his text came through. Holy Shit! He shaved! There he was. He was so beautiful, even with a baby face. Those emerald green eyes mesmerized me. But I could tell by the look on his face he didn't like to be clean shaven.
    Me: OMG! You have dimples!!! Gorgeous!
    Jase: Well don't get used to it. I gotta shave for work. You'll never see me like this if I'm not working.
    Me: I love that face either way!
      I hit the send button before I even realized what I typed. Son of a bitch. I changed the subject quickly hoping he wouldn't think anything of it.
    Me: You gotta get up early, you better get some sleep.
    Jase: Ok, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
    Me: Sweet dreams!
    Jase: You too babydoll. Goodnight
    Me: Nighty night ;)
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
     
      Mom and I were in the kitchen making brownies. She was wearing her favorite blue apron and her hair was in a messy bun. She was beautiful. She was humming "Jackson" by Johnny and June Cash. She looked over at me and blew me a kiss.
      "When did you know Dad was the one?" I asked as I licked the spoon of chocolate.
      "Oh sweetie. I think I loved your daddy the first time I saw him. There was just something about him. He was so handsome and he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world."
      "That's because you were" Dad said as he walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around mom from behind. "Then our little Lainey came along and I had the two prettiest girls in the world next to me." He gave me a wink and then he kissed my mom’s hair.
      That's when I heard a loud explosion. I looked out the kitchen window and saw my dad's truck on fire.
      "Daddy your truck!" I screamed. I looked back but they were gone. I was in the kitchen alone.
      "NO! NO! NO! NO!" I kept screaming. I tried to run out to the truck but my legs wouldn't move. The tears started flowing and I couldn't scream anymore. I was frozen. My legs. My voice. Nothing. All I felt was pain.
      I jerked myself awake in the darkness. I was dripping sweat and my pillow was soaked with tears. All I could do was cry. I missed them so much. I hadn't dreamt of them in a long time. But every time I did, it ended badly. My therapist warned me it would happen. But I had hoped she was wrong. She wasn't. When my breathing calmed down and my tears dried a little I grabbed my phone. 3:54 am. There was no way I was going back to sleep. I knew what I needed to do. I'd been avoiding it for years, but it was time. So I got out of bed and headed to the shower.
     
    6:45 am
      I sat in my car staring at the freshly cut grass. The sun was starting to peak into the cloudy sky.  It was a nice place. But I was waiting in my car until the sun was completely out. Nice or not, I wasn't walking through a cemetery in the dark.  So I sipped my coffee and tried to remain calm. To pass the time I sent an email to Dr. Weston letting him know I would be an hour late. I wanted to have enough time to get myself together after this. I knew it was going to be tough.  That nightmare had really shaken me up. I didn't want to have those memories and I hoped it would fade away. I wanted to remember the happy times with my parents.
      I opened the car door and slowly made my way to their resting place. I hadn't been here since the funeral but my feet knew exactly where to go.  When I spotted the adjoining headstone my knees almost buckled. But I kept walking until I was in front of it. There were fresh flowers in the vase. I looked around, they were identical flowers in front of almost every spot. Then my guilt set in. A stranger put flowers on my parent’s gravesite because I couldn't come here. But I knew they weren't really here. I knew they were in heaven. 
    Luke and Sara Collins. Loving parents. Soul mates.
    When I was forced to pick out their headstone, I didn't know what it should say. I was broken and