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)
“Always,” he says, kissing me again, even deeper and more intense than the last kiss. “See you soon, Cass.”
“I’ll be here,” I call after him.
“And that’s the only fucking place I want to be.”
Good God, I must be crazy to agree to this. Two weeks on the road with a man? I’ll either kill him and bury him on the side of the road or worse, fall in love with him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Diesel
“Are you bored yet?” Cassidy laughs from her spot behind the big ass steering wheel. “I won’t be offended if you go back to Angel Harbor. Seriously.”
“I’m not bored,” I assure her, reaching over to grip her thigh. “It’s just weird as fuck to be this far from Angel Harbor.” As much as I love being here with Cassidy because the past few days have been incredible, the guilt is eating me alive. “And the guys are a man down,” I admit.
“It’s okay if you want to go back. I’ll meet you there when I’m done.” Her smile is sad, and I know she doesn’t want me to go, but she’s trying to do the right thing. “We’ve had a good few days together, haven’t we?”
“Better than good,” I admit. “Especially our first night in Texas.” I wiggle my eyebrows, thinking about how wild we were for each other that night. It was equal parts release and relief from the past few hectic weeks. “And our first morning in Texas.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “And our second night in Texas?”
“Even better. But I like knowing that you, my big strong truck driver, is afraid of a teeny tiny little mouse.” I laugh at the outraged squeak she gives, thinking about how she’d freaked the fuck out at the sight of a little mouse. “It was cute.”
Her glare isn’t at all intimidating. “Cute. You did not just call me cute, did you?”
I laugh again. “You’re cute when you pretend to be tough.”
“I am tough,” she shoots back. “I didn’t run from you.”
“I’m not a mouse,” I assure her.
“You sure aren’t, are you?”
We ride in silence for a few minutes, and I turn to look at her. “You know, I’m really enjoying getting to know you, and that’s weird as fuck for me.”
She smiles, taking the exit as we arrive in Jackson, Mississippi, where we’ll stop for the night. “You don’t usually enjoy getting to know women?”
I shrug. “Not really. My life has been all about me. But you…you’re like the first real woman I’ve ever met who has a good head on her shoulders. Smarts, ambition, looks. You’ve got everything.”
Cassidy nods knowingly. “Thank you. I don’t think anyone but my mom and dad have ever said something so sweet to me.”
“I want to know everything about you, Cassidy.”
“Like the first boy I kissed was Rafael Esparza?”
“I hate him already,” I growl.
“Then you’ll really hate Bret Ellis. Beautiful blond-headed man with big blue eyes and magic fingers. Punched my v-card with him.”
“I’ll kill him.” My lips curl into a reluctant smile. “So you have a thing for blonds?”
“No, not really. It seems these days I have a thing for you,” she teases as we pull into the truck stop.
The hum of the big rig fades as I watch Cassidy maneuver us smoothly into the truck stop. There’s something about the way she handles this beast of a machine that just does it for me. “You know how insanely sexy it is watching you drive this thing?” I tell her, my voice rough with a mix of admiration and something a bit more primal.
She shoots me a wink and sends my pulse racing. “You can show me how much later. Right now, I’m starving,” she says as we lock up the cab and head toward the restaurant.
I wrap an arm around her and feel a sense of pride walking in with her. “So, what are you in the mood for, baby girl?”
She gives me a look that’s all sass and mischief. “Something warm, thick, and juicy.”
A laugh escapes as my mind goes straight to the gutter. “Got that covered right here, but I meant food.”
“I know what you meant,” she says, her eyes sparkling with humor. “Did you see that burger on the menu board?”
We settle into a booth, and the waitress comes by with ice water, taking our order. I lean back, watching Cassidy with a sense of contentment I haven’t felt in a long time.
I watch Cassidy attack her burger with an enjoyment that matches mine. “This is amazing,” I comment, the flavors of the burger hitting all the right notes.
She nods in agreement, a playful smirk on her face. “Bet you didn’t expect truck stop food to be this good.”
“Nah, I knew it’d be good, but this is next level.” I take another bite, savoring it.
I’m halfway through my burger when Cassidy looks me dead in the eyes. “So, who’s Layla? She seems...interesting.”