Page 56 of Wait With Me
“So it’s about me?” I ask, brows furrowed cautiously.
“No.” She scoffs. “It’s just about a mechanic. Get over yourself. Not everything in my life is about you, Miles.”
I chuckle at her eye roll but feel a sense of relief at her reply. “It’s going to be about a kinky mechanic. I like it.”
“Actually, it’s not going to be heavy erotica like myBed ‘n Breakfastseries.”
My brows lift. “No?”
She shrugs. “No. I mean, there’s still going to be sex, lots of sex, but it will be sweeter sex. Like, maybe I won’t write anal in this book.”
I mock gasp. “How will you handle that?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’ll probably still write it, but I’ll give it to my readers as bonus content or something.”
I chuckle at that idea. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t do something a little bit different.”
“Okay, enough about me,” she states, shaking her hair out. “Let’s play a game.”
“Like what?” I ask, looking around. “I didn’t bring any cards.”
She rolls her eyes and props her head on her hands. “Miles, we don’t need cards to play Truth or Dare.”
I sit back in my chair and take a drink of my beer. “Who goes first?”
“Me, of course. I’m the guest, and this is all still in the interest of research, so…Truth or Dare?”
I exhale heavily. “Truth.”
She jerks back, seemingly surprised by my selection. She taps her finger to her lips and says, “Okay, do you ever get horny in the garage at Tire Depot?”
Her question has me barking out a laugh. “What?”
She smiles a sly smile. “You know, are you ever working on a customer’s car and your hands get really dirty and you’re really digging into a repair, and you pop a boner?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I’m afraid not.”
She looks dejected.
“But classic car work, on the other hand…” My voice trails off as her eyes light up. With a chuckle, I add, “If it’s a classic car and I’m elbows deep in it, and I connect two pieces, and someone is behind the wheel, and I tell them to try to start it…and an old car that hasn’t run in fucking decades suddenly roars to life? Then hell yes, my dick totally gets hard.”
“Ha-ha! I knew it! Perverts attract perverts. My writing makes me horny way too much.”
I laugh at her and say, “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare,” she replies instantly.
I quirk a brow. “Oh, someone has secrets they want to keep in the dark. Interesting.”
Her face seems to flush, even in the firelight.
But I decide we’ve talked enough for one night. “Okay, I dare you to go skinny dipping in the lake.”
Her brows shoot up into her hairline. “The lake that birthed my blessed tire? No way! Who knows what the hell else is in that thing?”
I shake my head. “I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
“Oh, and you would,” she grumbles back.
