Beautiful Sacrifice

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Authors: Jamie McGuire
“I’ll tell you all about it. Let’s go.”
    “I’m not going anywhere with you tonight,” I said. “You’re trying too hard. You could be a serial killer for all I know.”
    “The Forest Service doesn’t employ serial killers.”
    “How do I know you really even work for them?”
    Taylor sighed, reached into his back pocket, and produced his wallet. He picked out his driver’s license and Alpine Hotshot Crew ID. “Is that good enough?” he asked.
    I tried not to take the cards too quickly or look too interested before glancing over his ID card and then his license. His driver’s license was Illinois issued. He really was from Eakins.
    “You never changed your license over?”
    “It expires next month. I’ll get a Colorado one then. My boss has been on me about it, too.”
    I held my breath as I poured over his address. He was telling the truth.
    “Holy shit,” I whispered.
    His address was on North Birch. I held out the cards, slowly returning them.
    “What?” he asked, taking them from my fingers.
    “Your driver’s license picture is atrocious. You look as bad as a hatful of assholes.”
    Taylor laughed. “Whatever. I’m a fucking ace.”
    I clicked my tongue. “Whoever told you that needs to get out more.”
    His eyebrows pulled together, and he tucked his chin. “You’re either a liar or a lesbian. Which is it?”
    Taylor was my way to Eakins. Quelling the urge to scream, laugh, cry, or jump up and down felt like holding on to a wild animal covered in grease.
    I cleared my throat. “I need to lock up.”
    “Okay. I’ll wait for you outside.”
    I had to play it just right. Taylor was only chasing me because I was running. I couldn’t appear too eager.
    I sighed. “You’re not just going to go away, are you?”
    One corner of his mouth curled up, a dimple sinking into his left cheek.
    Taylor was unquestionably attractive. The butterflies I felt in my stomach when he looked at me were undeniable, and I wanted to hate the way I felt, even more than I wanted to hate men. His delicious full lips, a needless decoration for his already perfect features, only added to how ridiculously good-looking he was. The symmetry of his face was flawless. His chin and jaw had just the right amount of stubble—not clean-shaven and not yet the beginning of a beard. His warm chocolate eyes were intermittently hidden behind a thick line of lashes. Taylor had all the makings of an underwear model, and he knew it.
    “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like watching me assess your looks to decide if I’m going to let that overshadow the fact that you’re a cunt rag.”
    “I’m not that bad,” he said, trying to suppress the odd amusement the words brought him.
    “What is the name of the last girl you slept with? Just the first name.”
    He mulled over my question, and then his shoulders sagged. “Okay, I’m kind of a cunt rag.”
    I glanced down at his arms. They were both covered in neo-traditionalist tattoos. Bright colors and thick black lines displayed an eight ball, a fanned-out hand of aces and eights, a dragon, a skull, and a woman’s name.
    “I’ll go away, but I don’t want to.” He glanced up at me from under his brow, turning his charm on full throttle.
    Any other girl might have melted, but all I could think about was how hard fate had just slapped me in the face.
    “Who’s Diane?” I asked.
    He looked down at his feet. “Why do you ask?”
    I nodded toward his arm. “Is she an ex-girlfriend? Are you a scorned man, sleeping your way through debilitating heartbreak?”
    “Diane is my mother.”
    My mouth immediately felt dry, my throat like I’d swallowed hot sand. I blinked. “Shit.”
    “I prefer shit to sorry.”
    “I don’t apologize … anymore.”
    He grinned. “I believe that. Listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m a little overprotective when it comes to men getting aggressive with women. I can’t promise you that it won’t happen again, but I can promise

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