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SPONTANEOUS CHOICES SHORTS features short serialized fiction by author Shannon Muir, that may be later released as part of e-book or print collections. In 2019, these serials initially appeared every second and fourth Thursday (and fifth Thursdays as they occurred). This continues a new serialized story, “A Second La Chance,” about a young woman who originally hoped to have the children of a wealthy spoiled man to get paid off to leave him, but ends up with more than she ever bargained for when deciding to take a chance to start a new life for herself. This is part 12 of 16. FOLLOW ALONG IN THIS MARATHON OF “A SECOND LACHANCE” AS WE RACE TOWARDS THE CONCLUSION MAY 30 TO JUNE 4, 2019 WITH DOUBLE DOSES ON MAY 30 AND JUNE 3, AND A TRIPLE PACKED CONCLUSION ON JUNE 4! 

I knew I’d asked Rowan to buy us time, but I had no idea where to go or how to go about doing that.

 

What I did know was that without a second thought, I told him to stall for us – him and I.

 

We hadn’t known each other long, and I’d been skeptical at first, but now I started to trust him. I started to question my own spontaneous change of heart.

 

“You told me I couldn’t escape what was in my blood when we met outside the studio,” I said to Rowan as we just kept driving. “Even if you can’t tell me who my father is directly, Rowan, can you tell me what’s he’s like? If we’re going to outrun him, I need to know if I think like him.”

 

“You already are with that royal ‘we’ of yours. I never agreed to be part of this, Rikah.”

 

“Yet, you haven’t refused me. Why?”

 

Rowan didn’t answer immediately, but kept on driving past the city limits sign and on down the highway.

“Rowan, why are you helping me? I deserve to know.”  

I tried to make eye contact with him in the mirror, but he realized what I was doing and shied away.  

“I was one of them,” he quietly admitted to me. “One of those guys who watched people like you with my buddies.”  

“You mean when I was being used on the Internet and trotted out like a tramp?”  

I wanted to know the truth, but started to get nervous about pressing Rowan. After all, he still drove the car and still very much controlled the situation.  

“It was all a big joke for us, no satisfaction. We made fun of how you looked and how much of a turn on you wouldn’t be in real life. I got to admit though, that seeing and hearing you today at the television station, you turned out to be far better than I’d imagined, Rikah. I’m really sorry I ever felt that way.”  

Those were not the words I expected to hear.