![]() ![]() He grabbed for a rag, but not in time to stop the damage. ![]() It landed directly on the bridge of Tyler’s nose before splattering equally in both directions and blinding him to everything but the quick sting of oil filming across his vision. But before he could drag himself out from beneath the truck and procure an introduction, a large dollop of oil took the opportunity to fall. Out of appreciation…and partly out of habit…he whistled and then grinned when she broke her stride. She had exceedingly long legs, a trim figure and a bosom that was bouncing enticingly as she ran. It was nondescript, but that was where ordinary ended. From where he was lying, he couldn’t see much above her neck, but he got a real good look at the gray sweatsuit she was wearing. ![]() Instinctively, he turned to look and got a fairly good view of a woman running down the alley. ![]() And, because he was so focused on finding and stopping the flow of oil dripping from somewhere up above his head, he didn’t hear the sound of running footsteps coming down the alley until they were almost upon him. He lay flat on his back beneath his pickup truck, cursing the fading light and his bad luck all in the same disgusted breath. And, considering the fact that it was nearly sundown and the only thing stirring in Tulip at this time of evening was air, Tyler Savage was in a bit of a fix. The back alley between Fourth Street and Beauregard Boulevard was not the best place in Tulip, Georgia to break down, but worn u-joints were not a model of consideration. ![]()
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