Page 4 of Rocking the Trucker

From his body’s reaction just being this close to him after all this time, Sam had to refuse. His mind might not want anything to do with Gabriel Park, former star of the rock world, but his body seemed to have forgotten the lies and pain he had inflicted on Sam, causing him to stay off the road for two years, except to drive into Paola.

“I’ll sleep in the cab.”

“Oh. Okay. Yeah, maybe that would be best,” Gabriel said, sounding sad.

“What vehicle will you be driving?” Sam looked around since he did not see a van or SUV parked near the trailer that would indicate it belonged to Gabriel.

Gabriel’s face pinked up in what Sam could only assume was embarrassment.

“Uh, well, I hoped to ride with you, but I can ride in the trailer.”

“You don’t have a car?”

Gabriel shook his head as he dropped his gaze to the ground between them. “I can’t drive. I don’t have a license.”

Sam frowned at that admission. Of course he did not have a license. That was probably the first thing the authorities took from him. Luckily, they had not taken Sam’s license at the time. But then, he had not been in the truck when Gabriel crashed it.

“You’ll ride in the cab with me. Riding in the trailer is five kinds of illegal.”

“Okay. Thanks,” Gabriel said. “I’ve got nearly everything ready to go, so I guess you can just hook it up and we can hit the road.”

Sam nodded, but instead of returning to the truck, he headed toward the trailer. Not that he did not trust Gabriel, but since he was responsible for the contents of the trailer, as well as its safe delivery to each concert venue, he would check it out himself. Just to make sure.

It wasn’t as if he cared whether or not Gabriel’s belongings broke on the road, but he was still fighting the swing between memories of his attraction for the rock star, and the hate that he had carried since their last encounter.

After a quick walk through of the trailer, and packing the folding chair away, Sam watched as Gabriel locked the door. When the man offered him the keyring, he shook his head.

“As long as you’re with me, I don’t need a key.”

“Please take it. It’s a spare, just in case.”

Breathing deeply, Sam accepted the key and slipped it into his pocket. He then turned toward the cab. “All right, let’s get thisRedeemedtour underway.”

Chapter Three

Four hours later, Gabrielwondered if he would survive the next six weeks. Riding in a truck cab beside a man who refused to talk to him was one of the most uncomfortable times of his life. Other than ordering him to put on his seatbelt, Sam had done nothing but grunt in response to anything he said.

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