Page 128 of Truck Stop Tempest

“I’m back.”

“You get the girl?”

He planted his hands on the wall above my head, wild eyes taking in every inch of my face, my chest, my hair like he couldn’t get enough. “We got two.”

“Are they okay?”

“They will be.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

His eyes flashed wide, meeting mine before his gaze dropped to the floor. I could swear he blushed, but then quickly recovered, distracting me with his killer smirk. “Clock out. Get your things. We have a date.”

“My shift ends at eight. It’s only noon.”

“I’m tight with your boss. We worked out a little deal.” He slapped my butt. “Hurry, now. I’ll wait in the car.”

With a cocky grin, he sauntered to the back door, then out, leaving me breathless and delirious with want.

I whirled around the corner, smacking nose to chest with a mountain of solid muscle.

“Sorry. Shit.” Tango’s arm clamped around my shoulders, grounding me until I steadied myself.

Rocky barreled toward us, dragging a Seahawks suitcase behind him. “Toodles! Guess what? Daddy said he’s—”

Tango clapped a hand over his son’s mouth and lifted him off the ground. “He’s having a sleepover with his friend. Right, little man?” He jiggled his son playfully up and down. “You’re having a sleepover. Mom and Dad are staying home for some much-needed alone time.”

Rocky’s eyes widened, two jungle-green saucers of joy. He nodded. His dad set him back on his feet.

“Grab your gear. Let’s go.” Tango held the door open for Rocky, then flashed me a devilish grin that would melt any woman’s Fruit of the Looms. “See ya later, Tuuli.” He stared at me longer than usual, an out of character softness to his features, then nodded and disappeared.

Weird.

Obviously, those two were up to something. Maybe they had a top-secret surprise planned for Slade.

I waved goodbye to Morgan, who still wore a scowl, then popped my head into the kitchen to shout, “See ya tomorrow,” to Charlie.

“Have fun, Toodaloo! See ya.” He shot me a wink.

When I made my way to the Mustang, Tito popped out of the driver’s seat, jogged around to my side, and opened the door, muscles flexing, stretching the arms of his T-shirt in that sexy way you only see in the movies. Dark jeans hung low on his waist, hugging those virile thighs like a jealous girlfriend.

My entire body flushed with heat in one tempestuous heartbeat.

“Fuck, Bunny. Don’t look at me like that. We’ll never make it on time.”

He dropped a chaste kiss on my forehead and waited for me to sit. “Buckle up.”

I stretched the seatbelt across my chest and clicked it into place, looking up in time to catch Tito adjusting himself before sliding into the captain’s chair.

“Where’re we going?”

“Can’t say.” He stretched an arm across the console and squeezed my thigh. “There’s a change of clothes for you in the back seat.”

I looked over my shoulder. A light blue shopping bag sat right behind his seat. I pulled out the contents. A mint green, spaghetti-strap swing dress made of a cool, gauzy fabric, a silk cardigan, a pair of matching boy short panties, and a strapless bandeau bra were neatly wrapped in tissue paper. At the bottom of the bag sat a pair of strappy leather sandals. I didn’t have to look at the tags to know the outfit came from a designer store that couldn’t be found in Whisper Springs, Idaho.

“Tito.”

He grabbed my hand and brought my knuckles to his lips. “It’s over a hundred degrees where we’re going. You’ll be thankful for the light fabric. Put it on.”

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