Page 91 of Reckless

“Yeah, actually.”

“What about your friends?”

“They can get their own dinner.

“Jude.”

“What? They’re big enough to feed themselves, Krista.”

“I’ve made plenty.” She points to the burritos she’s filling.

Standing behind her, I wrap an arm around her waist and bury my head in her hair, inhaling the scent of cherries that is slowly becoming my favorite smell. She’s cute. Thoughtful. What the hell did I do to stumble across her in that field in Montana? And how have I kept her?

“I’m mad at them for sneaking around.” I already decided before I got back to the RV, I would not tell her Luther had been here since Montana.

Krista rolls her eyes. “You can pack some up and take them out to them.”

“You’re too nice.”

“How is that a bad thing?” she pokes me in the chest. “I can be hard when I need to be,” she adds, turning back to dish up the food.

There is an innuendo I could add to that, but I don’t, as I snag a piece of tomato from the chopping board. “How do you feel about leaving tonight?”

“Leaving?” She turns again, and I step back.

“For Duluth, setting out early.”

“Oh,” she rubs her lips together and I can’t help but grin.

She thought I meant I was leaving, and she didn’t like it. That shouldn’t make my chest swell. I’m already concluding there are stronger feelings here. Fast or not, there is no denying it.

“It could be a problem. We have nowhere booked to park up.”

“You can’t just pull over like you did in Montana?”

“Why would you want me to do that? What if another wandering rockstar turns up?”

“Don’t even joke about that shit,” I growl, pulling her into me. “I would need the bodyguards to stop me from doing violence.”

“I guess I can try to find somewhere on the drive. We shouldn’t park up on the road. It’s not safe.”

“If we can’t find a campsite, maybe we can spend the night in a motel or something?”

She frowns, but then nods. I hate that I’m messing up her plans. “We can set off after dinner, but we need to change the tanks while we’re near to the facilities.”

“And I know the perfect people to do that for us. They can work for their food.”

“They literally saved your ass this afternoon.”

I’m about to shrug, but she goes and says something that I can’t deny, and I should thank them for. Even if I add the caveat of emptying the toilet waste.

“They saved my ass too.”

I grumble and she laughs, but when she’s done, I wrap up the burritos and then go outside. They’ve moved the car away from us, but not far. They’re surprised and thank me, but tell me to fuck off when I mention the RV issue.

My cunning plan works because Krista goes out to do it. If they hadn’t reacted, I would take over. But before she even gets the doors open for the tanks, Riggs is striding over to help. Luther is standing by the open door looking in at me as I snicker.

He shakes his head, then goes to join Riggs. They both thank Krista for the food before dealing with the toilet waste.

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