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“Amen to that.”
We didn’t go back until it was getting dark—and even then, we stopped at the diner for dinner. The experience was unpleasant to say the least.
The women of the town whispered and stared openly.
A few of them didn’t even try hiding the fact they were ogling Trucker and hating me for being the one seated across from him.
“Don’t pay them any attention.” Trucker told me. “Focus on me.”
But focusing on him had its own, fair share of issues.
My nipples grew hard and it didn’t take a genius to realize I needed a change of panties.
Draining my drink, I set the cup on the table, dropped money for our food then took his hand.
“Taji!”
I didn’t stop.
I led him out of the diner and didn’t stop walking until I was leaning heavily against his truck.
Trucker rubbed my back—his large palm massaging calmness and safety inside me through my shirt.
“Are they always like this?” Trucker asked.
“Only when they see something they want.”
“What?” Trucker scoffed. “They want?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not drunk—so?—”
I tilted my head.
Trucker shook his head. “Get in the truck. Let me drive you back.”
But I lifted my chin.
I wasn’t about to let those miserable witches ruin my day with this man. After a few moments to catch my breath, I took the keys from his hand.
“Come on, now.” Trucker eased in. “You’re better than this.”
For a second, I felt the energy give out in my back and my spine began to droop.
“Don’t you dare.’ Trucker told me in a hard voice.
“What?”
“Don’t let them see you cry.” Trucker stepped close to me and lowered his mouth to my ear. “Ever. Even it you cry, do it at home after they’re dead. You got that?”
Trembling, I lifted my head.
His heated breath felt good on my skin.
“Sometimes, I can’t help it.”
“You can cry later.” Trucker explained. “Now is not the time. You fake it until you make it”
