5/20/2023 0 Comments Collide by riley hart![]() ![]() Hell, he wasn’t even sure what he was doing here now. He hadn’t been here since he was thirteen years old. Not that he had anyone to call in Blackcreek, anyway. Noah picked up his cell phone, which of course, wasn’t charged. Seemed he couldn’t trust much of anything to be dependable-even his damn car. It went right along with everything else going on in his life. ![]() Noah should have known he’d have car trouble. But she also happened to be a ’69 Mustang, and there wasn’t a chance he was throwing in the towel. Which should be a sign he should give her up. Hell, he’d put a good amount of money into her before he left, and now she was giving him crap again. ![]() This wasn’t the first time she’d given him trouble. “Motherfucker!” Noah Jameson slammed his hands down on the steering wheel of his piece-of-shit car. ![]()
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