finding Rachel

By Book Bangers Blog - August 24, 2016

Finding Rachel

by H.J. Harley

Rachel Fallon is gone. With everything changing at a pace she can't control, she isn't sure whose life she's living anymore. Is this the life she wants or the life everybody else wants for her? When Rachel decides to leave her fiance, Tyler, and best friend, Jordie, behind, the journey to rediscovering herself takes her places that she never expected. It also leads her to meet someone who could be everything she wants. Her choices aren't easy ones and will bring her laughs, tears and heartbreak regardless of what she decides. All that matters is she's finally Finding Rachel.

The driver got out to greet me.

"Miss Fallon." He nodded his head. "I'm Decker ..." he began, but I walked right past him and opened the back door to get in. He waited until I shut it, then climbed back into the driver's seat and looked at me in the rear view mirror.

"As I was saying, I'm Decker. I'll be your driver."

"Great, got it, you're Frank's monkey boy," I snapped at him. "Can you just take me to the hotel or wherever the hell it is I'm staying? Thanks."

He put the truck in drive, but we remained idle. "Okay then. Is there anything you need to get before we go to wherever the hell it is you're staying? Would you like to stop anywhere to pickup lunch?"

I wasn't paying attention to a damn word that man was saying. I was zoned out looking at the picture of Tyler and me. It was my favorite one ...

"Are you high?" Decker asked.

"What? No? Why would you ask me that? Not like it's any of your fucking business if I was," I shot back at him, whipping my sunglasses off my face.

"Great, now that I have your attention, how about you let me know if you need to stop anywhere before getting to your destination. I'll keep it simple for you ... a head nod or some sort of gesture will suffice," he teased.

"I've got a gesture for you," I went back at him. I flipped him off, but down low where I thought he wouldn't see it.

"Ahh, dammit." He gave an exaggerated frown. "Frank bet me twenty bucks you'd give me some inappropriate answer or gesture within the first three minutes of meeting. I bet him you wouldn't. I'm a benefit of the doubt kind of guy. You almost made it. Two minutes and thirty three seconds." He picked up this phone and showed me the stopwatch timer.

"Just drive, please." I put my glasses on, and a small laugh escaped my lips.

"There we go. See, isn't that better than being a cranky pants?" In the rear view, I could see a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "You're in Miami. It's beautiful."