His Rough Touch

A pretty local girl needs some help moving furniture for a clearance sale, and I was just being nice.

I didn’t realize she had serious hate toward my family.

It’s almost comical.

Regardless, she’s got me trapped.

Something about her leaves me willing to ignore the signs to run, and instead, I find myself wanting more and more time with her.

That time wasn’t supposed to include a tumble in the sheets, but it did.

One night was all I got. Then we went our separate ways.

I tried not to think about her too much, not until I heard she was pregnant.

Why wouldn’t she tell me about the little one?

There’s no choice but to make her mine, which was my desire in the first damn place.

She’s wrong about us Montgomery boys.

We may have a rough touch, but we have good hearts.

Time to take back what’s mine.