Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Hi, there.” Brooke coos so loudly, her squeaky voice echoes. “Can I help you?”
“Uhm, yeah. Maybe?” It’s Cassidy. “I’m looking for Diesel.”
“Over here,” I call out, barely able to stop the smile that spread across my face.
“The part came?” Her voice is moving in my direction, and without looking up, I know she stops beside me because the air crackles.
“Yeah. I didn’t call because I wanted to make sure it was fixed before I got your hopes up.” It’s not a complete lie, and Cassidy doesn’t call me out on it.
“Need some help?”
“Hi, there,” Brooke says before I can answer Cassidy. “I’m Brooke.”
“Okay,” Cassidy says, her tone pure confusion and I can almost picture her frowning at the busty assistant. “Nice to meet you, Brooke. I’m Cassidy. What do you do around here?”
“I’m Aria’s executive assistant. I answer calls, take messages, and keep her calendar. Stuff like that.”
“Sounds like you’re a valuable part of the team,” Cassidy says. I’m not sure from her tone whether she means it or she’s just trying to end the conversation.
“And what do you do, Cassidy?”
“I’m a truck driver. This one right here is mine.” The pride in her voice is clear.
“I’ve never met a lady truck driver before,” Brooke gushes, and I stifle a moan.
“Well, now you have,” Cassidy replies, her voice full of amusement.
“You must be surrounded by men all day.” Brooke sighs as if that’s her number one dream in the world.
I furrow my brows and turn to face the women, finding Cassidy with a strange expression on her face. “Not really. I’m alone in the cab for most of the day, actually.”
Brooke stares at her for a long time, and then her gaze lands on me. Finally, she gives us a smile and a shrug and saunters off. Slowly.
“That was odd,” Cassidy says when Brooke disappears from sight.
“She’s a bit of an odd one,” I agree. “It’s going to be a few hours to remove the old ECU and put the new one in before Wild Man comes in to do the programming part.” I run a hand over my face and offer up a smile.
Thankfully, Cassidy smiles back. “So you’re saying I’m here in Angel Harbor for another night?”
“That’s what I’m saying.” I step closer, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet my gaze. “Also, I’m claiming my date tonight.”
Her brows shoot up. “Your date?”
I nod. “You love being on my bike, and I’m taking you out. Tonight.”
Am I being a little aggressive? Maybe, but she’s leaving tomorrow. Tonight is all I have.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Damn.” My smile grows. “That was easier than I thought it would be,” I admit.
“Gotta keep you on your toes, don’t I?”
I think about the date tonight and where I want to take her. “I guess I have to return the favor, don’t I?”
Cassidy tosses her head back with a husky laugh. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“Good to know.” I stare at her, and she meets my gaze, matching my intensity as a slow smile curls up the corners of her full lips.
“Then I guess I’ll see you later,” she says rather than asking.
“Count on it, Cass.” I take a step back and wink at her, enjoying how she rolls her eyes even though she can’t stop the smile that spreads across her face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cassidy
I have a date. I can’t remember the last time I went on a real date, never mind the last time I was excited to go out with a guy. I want to look as good as I can tonight, but I’m frozen in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the motel’s bathroom door. I know Diesel wants me; that’s a given, but I want to make him drool tonight. I can’t believe I just thought that! I also can’t believe I’m going on a date with a biker, and I need to get my ass in gear.
It’s just tonight, and it’s enough.
Thankfully, I always have a good pair of jeans and a nice top in my bag on the off chance I decide to go out when I’m on the road.
The jeans have no holes in them but hug my ass and my legs perfectly. Also, they show off my toned muscles and curves. The pink top is frilly and cut just low enough to show off a hint of cleavage while clinging to my flat stomach, leaving most of my arms bare. It’s not exactly date attire, but it’ll have to do.
As long as he doesn’t take me someplace fancy.
By the time a knock sounds at the door, I’m a bundle of nerves. It’s so unlike me that it’s pissing me off. I glare at my reflection one last time before I head toward the door and yank it open, still scowling.
“Whoa, is this a bad time?”