Page 106 of From Nowhere

I don’t turn it down.

“Thanks.” I take a swig.

“What’s new?” he asks.

“I met someone.”

“A woman?”

I nod.

“On your bike?”

“Well, I wasn’t on my bike when I met her, but she’s seen my sweet ride.”

Diego chuckles. “Don’t tell Cheyenne. I’ve led her to believe a man needs a muscle car beneath him to feel like a man. If she hears you’ve found someone, I’ll have to trade in my Mustang for a fat-tire bicycle.”

I shrug. “You don’t need a car to feel like a man, but damn, I miss getting behind the wheel and driving up to Glacier. Four-wheeling in the winter. Windows down in the summer. But on the flip side, my legs are fucking fabulous.”

Diego barks a laugh, shaking his whole body for a few seconds before he sighs. “Tell me about the woman.”

I stare at the beer bottle for a few seconds. “She’s a tanker pilot.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, damn.” I bite my lower lip for a beat.

“Hot?”

Shaking my head, I glance up at him. “That’s your first question?”

“What?” He smirks. “Sorry. Is she beautiful on the inside?” He bleeds too much sarcasm to take him seriously.

“Her name is Maren. She’s funny and confident.”

“And hot?”

I ignore him by not looking at him. “She’s a badass pilot. She adores Lola.”

“Good in bed?”

I squint toward the street at nothing in particular. “She braided Lola’s hair for track-and-field day.”

“If you tell me she’s given you head, I’m not returning your car. Cheyenne has the worst gag reflex. She won’t even lick it.”

“Diego ...” I shake my head. “Dude, I’m talking about her braiding my daughter’s hair. You can’t mix that shit with giving head.”

“Fine, fine, fine. She likes your daughter. I’m just looking out for you, Oz. You deserve to get a little something, you know what I mean?”

I grin before taking another swig of my beer. “I’ve known you my whole life. I’m pretty sure I know what you mean.”

“So she’s at least tickled your balls. Right?”

I spit out my beer and laugh, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. “Yes, she’s tickled my balls and licked my dick. She’s fucking incredible in bed. Now, can we move on to more important things?”

Diego stills, unblinking, lips parted. When his shock wears off, his expression relaxes into something more serious. “Better than Brynn?” he asks.

Even though it makes me cringe, I’m not mad. He’s trying to be serious, not disrespectful.

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