Page 101 of Trucker
The coffee was strong.
I wasn’t sure what Zoom put in it—it could have been her foot.
I was also sure that by the time I went back home, this stuff would put hair on my chest.
But as I sat on her porch, listening to her chastise her husband for spoiling Lena, I couldn’t help smiling and wondering if Trucker and I would reach that level.
Since we started dating, he would be the one coming back to town in order to see me and to check on his newly minted firefighters.
During his time away, they would pop by my house to check on me—I knew that was his doing.
Another sip of coffee reminded me this was not for me as it felt like the dark liquid was in fact touching my soul.
This was my first time sitting down with his family to spend time with them, to see in them what he saw him them. I loved the way they loved him and loved on him.
The moment Lena entered the room two days prior she tossed herself into his arms while the blond boy with the grey eyes stood at the door smiling and shaking his head.
That was Bishop, Lena’s boyfriend.
“It feels like both those kids have been dating forever.” Zoom had confided.
Sighing, I leaned back in my chair and stretched my legs out in front of me and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds had rolled in, hiding the morning sun and I sighed.
“You’re up early.” Zoom’s voice caused me to turn around. “Everything okay?”
She held a mug in her hand that was oddly shaped blue mug withPsycho Auntwritten on it in white, partially chipped paint.
I figured Lena had given it to her.
“Lena made it.” She beamed proudly. “Mind if I sit with you? The men are gone fishing.”
“Already?” I glanced around the front yard noticing Kaos’ motorcycle was there but his monster of a truck wasn’t.
“Mm. They usually go early. By the time the sun is thinking of rising, they’re on their way back.”
“Can they see anything when it’s so dark?” I wanted to know.
“I don’t know.” Zoom shrugged. “It’s a man thing, I guess.”
“Mm.”
I didn’t see Trucker as much of a fisherman. But over the last few months, we’d been doing what he’d promised. We were getting to know each other—what we liked, who we were—he even visited Amsterdam with me.
It wasn’t because he wanted to go—it was because I asked him to.
Since my client was paying for the trip, I figured we could have an international date—make love in a foreign place.
I giggled.
“Okay, share.” Zoom smiled.
“Just Trucker and I traveling.” I told her.
Zoom nodded like a woman figuring out the solution to world hunger.
“Foreign sex.”
I flushed. “Zoom!”
