Page 24 of Intertwined Hearts

“Who’s singing, babe?” I asked.

“That’s Blake Shelton. You like this song?”

“I do. It’s nice.”

“Am I finally converting you?”

“I doubt it, but I love the words and the melody. What’s the name of the song?”

“It’sDoing What She Likes. No wonder you like the words,” Hunter chuckled.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. I do what you like too. Don’t I?”

“Hmm, well, let me think about that.” I slapped across his arm. “Ow. I didn’t like that.” He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my palm. “You do, though. Seriously.”

“I try.”

“The past few months have been great. I’m looking forward to when I can spend even more time with you.”

“We see each other every day. How can we spendmoretime together?”

“Ah, I’d rather not say quite yet, but trust me, I’m formulating a plan, my dear.”

“I’ll bet you are.”

I wiggled around in my seat. “How much longer?”

“About an hour, if we don’t get caught in any traffic.”

“I need to stop.”

Hunter flipped on the turn signal, then navigated the truck into a McDonald’s parking lot. It was really busy, since breakfast had just ended. We drove around to the other side and finally secured a parking spot.

“I’ll wait here. I’m good.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek, then got out of the truck and made my way in to the restaurant.

When I entered the bathroom, I noticed a couple of women looking me up and down. I smiled at them, but they didn’t smile back.Evil women. They appeared to be standing in line waiting for a stall to become free, but when a child emerged from the center stall, the first lady in line didn’t move.

“Excuse me, are you waiting to use the restroom?” I asked.

The woman turned her head in my direction, rolled her eyes at me, and resumed talking to the other woman. I waited another couple of seconds before I asked again. When I didn’t get an answer, I walked past them both and into the vacant stall, locking the door behind me.

“Can you believe that bitch just cut in line?” I heard one of them say.

“Maybe we should fuck her up when she comes out. Teach her skinny, high-yellow ass some manners. She should know better than that shit,” the other lady replied.

I wasn’t a fighter. I was terrified. I didn’t want any trouble. I just needed to pee. I sat on the toilet waiting, hoping they’d just leave.

“I guess now she’s just gonna hide in there.”

“Man, fuck that ho. I got better stuff to do today than worry about her ass. She ain’t shit.”

I heard the door open and close. I waited a few more seconds, then bent down and checked for feet. I didn’t see anyone and walked out. I scanned the line and didn’t see either lady, then rushed to the exit and walked at a brisk pace around to the parking spot, where Hunter was standing outside, leaning against his tailgate.

“Are you all right? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said.

“Drama in the bathroom. It appears I was cutting in line, even though I’d asked twice if these two women were waiting. Then they were trash talking me and threatened to hurt me.”

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