Page 97 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“You’re too by-the-book, my man.”
I ain’t his fucking man.
I flex my fingers off the wheel.
“Gotta say, road trips are way more fun when you’re chasin’ sharp turns and sharper women.”
I’d love to throw him out the passenger door. Let him eat dirt. Maybe roll once or twice if I were lucky. Too bad making this right won’t do the job.
As I come around the corner, no RV. She didn’t wait. I bury the pedal.
Bronx slinks into the seat, trading his water for his own thermos. “I gotta say, those cutoffs Jade was wearing.Whoo. Dangerous. Like, damn.” He whistles.
I don’t blink.
Don’t look at him.
Just keep driving.
“So, you and her? Anything going on there, or is she still, y’know?”
“There’s always something going on,” Levi says, like he has a clue.
“Nothing is going on,” I grit.
Levi doesn’t listen. “Keep your dick in your pants, Bronx. She’s off-limits.”
I’m glad someone told him. Not that she’s off limits for me. But she sure isn’t on limits for him.
“Good to know.” He laces his fingers behind his head. “Does she know that?” he comments with a smirk.
I stare ahead. My stomach’s knotted. I push the RV a little faster. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough to keep Bronx from seeing me clench my jaw.
“Man, love me a good rodeo. Sun, beer, and legs for days.” Bronx lets out a low chuckle.
I grip the wheel tighter.
“I’ll tell you straight up, cowgirls.” A slow, dangerous smile follows his laugh. “There’s no question. And at a rodeo, even better.”
Where the hell did Dean go?
“Cowgirl wannabes. They know how to handle more than a saddle, if you know what I mean.”
I wish I didn’t.
“They leave you breathless and begging for a rematch.”
“You’re the one who needs to chill,” I snap.
Finally, I see the Fox RV. We’re slowly catching up.
He snorts. “You think I’m wrong? You just wait.”
I get a whiff of his drink. “Is that beer?”
He shrugs.
“It’s morning.”
