Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I inhaled deeply when he stopped outside my window, then leaned over and quickly rolled down the window using the crank and steeled my nerves.
Moments later, I looked up at him and met his eyes.
He didn’t say anything, he only held my eyes. Stared at me like he knew me better than I knew myself.
I opened my mouth to tell him I was sorry, but before I could so much as touch my tongue to the roof of my mouth to start the sentence, his face was in mine. Then he was kissing me.
I gasped into his mouth and then leaned into the kiss, my hand going up to curl around his collar to hold him where I wanted him.
When he pulled back, my eyes were dazed, and I was fairly sure I’d need a new pair of panties.
“You know,” he said as he pulled away. “All you had to do was pull over and give me a kiss. You didn’t have to resort to speeding.”
With that, he walked away, and I stared at his ass the entire way to his patrol car by way of my side mirror.
And didn’t once feel guilty for it.
***
I went through my entire morning on cloud nine. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and the way he made me feel.
Even Coke had noticed my new and improved demeanor.
“Not that I’m not ecstatic with having a happy chick around, but you’re making me nervous. It’s like I’m just waiting for you to pull a gun out of your pants and shoot me with it,” he said. “Will you do that if I ask you to run to the gas station and pick us up some chicken?”
I snorted. “No. And if you’re nice, I’ll get you a couple extra of those biscuits that you like.”
Coke winked. “Grab my girl a couple of those Air Head Laffy Taffy blue thingies.”
Then he pulled his wallet out and extracted forty dollars. “It’ll be half that, Coke.”
“Just in case,” he shooed me away. “Now, hurry. Get yourself somethin’, too.”
With that, he walked out the door and back to the car he’d pulled in today. Normally I was the one who processed the cars, at least lately, but this car had been covered in fur, and since I was allergic to dogs, he told me he would do it for me.
I was thankful.
Because of my allergy, it was best for me to just stay away from dog fur if at all possible.
Though, Coke did have a dog at the yard, I rarely ever saw him. He was literally a ghost when I was around, and the one and only time I’d gotten close enough to spot him, he’d been gnawing on a large bone on top of a crushed Cadillac that Coke had brought him, and had bolted the moment he spotted me.
Coke said that he may not look all that ferocious during the day, but at night he was a completely different animal—and thankfully I’d never have to know since I was out of there by six most days.
It wasn’t that I was deathly allergic to dogs or anything, but if I touched the hair, I started to itch.
Which was why Amanda and I didn’t have dogs even though we both wanted twelve.
A piece.
I had to settle for a calendar, and Amanda had to wait until I got my shit together and moved out before she could bring her dog back home.
Yes, I had the best friend in the entire world.
She was my savior and didn’t even know it, or if she did, she wasn’t gloating.
Hurrying to my truck, I got in and started it up, then proceeded to drive into town to the gas station that really did have some awesome fried chicken. They also had the best biscuits in Texas and the biggest assortment of candy that I’d ever seen at a gas station other than that totally awesome mega-convenience store, Buccees.
Pulling in to a spot that was close to the exit, I got out and hurried across the lot, mostly not paying attention.
I probably should have.
Because if I had, I would’ve seen that there were two people there who weren’t my biggest fans.
Those being my parents.
The first one I saw came when I ordered eight extra biscuits to go with mine and Coke’s meals.
“You really should hold back on the carbs, or you’ll balloon up like your grandmother,” an amused, snotty voice said from behind me.
I stiffened and turned to look over my shoulder at my mother. Two steps behind her at the window for the Dr. Peppers was my father.
Neither one of them looked especially pleased to see me.
I turned away from them, not bothering to deign her comment worthy of a reply.
Instead, I continued to stare forward as I watched the attendant glance nervously back and forth between us. It was as if she was just waiting for the perfect time to take her break.