Page 1 of Trucker
PROLOGUE
Mayson “Trucker” Calhoune
The music was nowa dull pulse in the castle-like structure behind me. It had taken some fancy footwork to book it even two years in advanced—two years, some fancy footwork and Kaos calling in a favour.
Kaos would move heaven and hell to get his woman what she wanted—anything to make her happy.
I wondered if I was that kind of lover.
But I was so tired.
All I could manage in that moment, was to lift the beer bottle to my lips.
As I glanced behind me, the sign on the gate told me in big, bold letters thatno alcohol beyond this point.
The temperature had dropped drastically. And being on the hill made it even cooler for a July night. But still, I’d only dipped outside in my vest over my dress shirt.
I couldn’t wait to get home to remove my bowtie.
That was Zoom’s rule—men must wear bowties to match with Kaos. It didn’t matter the colour of if it was the kind that squirted water.
And since she hadn’t given us more rules, I happily complied—but I never saw the reason for neckties or bowties.
Again, I stuck my finger into the neck of my shirt and tugged a little.
I frowned and drank from the bottle before turning my attention to the city below me. The lights were slowly coming on, and the sky had gone dark, the moon hidden by some dark clouds.
“Here you are.”
I looked up to see Moose standing there, towering over me sitting on the rickety park bench. When I said nothing, he handed me another beer, drew up his pants by pinching the thighs and sat beside me.
He grunted with the movement.
I knew that feeling well.
When the body had somehow became a whole ache and every movement hurt—something as simple as sitting.
“I wasn’t hiding.” I managed to finish my beer before opening the one he’d handed me. “My social battery isn’t what it used to be.”
I drank.
“And it takes more and more time for me to rest.” I added. “I feel like I haven’t slept in five million years.”
“Ah, yes.” Moose chuckled. “The burnout. I know that feeling very well.”
I quirked a brow.
“We all go through it.” Moose explained. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I sighed.
“When was the last time you took some time off—not just a weekend. Actual time. Where you just sit with your demons.”
“I haven’t. And now it’s bad timing.”
“How so?” Moose questioned.
“I won’t be able to until Zoom gets off her honeymoon.”
