Page 16 of Trucker
It took a couple of minutes, but eventually, I emerged from the trees into a massive backyard. Slowly, I drew the truck to a stop as out of the way as I could and leaned back in my seat, wondering if I shouldn’t just turn around and speed back to my comfort zone.
Even as my fingers tightened on the steering, I tried my best to remain calm.
I tried not letting my fear of the unknown turn me into a coward.
For a second, I closed my eyes for a soothing breath then looked around again before leaning back.
I turned off the engine and unclipped my seatbelt while noticing all the lush green on that side.
On the other side was water—the lake.
There was something about fresh, clear water being heated by sunlight that calmed me.
It’d had always been a way to soothe me and I wasn’t even sure why.
As I opened the door, someone stepped from the interior of the house onto the porch, and I paused.
Large, round classes, dark brown hair, and curves that had no right being on a woman.
The jeans she wore had to have been painted on, but the top was much bigger than her body and fell just around quarter way down her thighs.
“Damn.” I managed. “I didn’t think they made them like that anymore.”
“Hello!” She waved, descending the steps.
Catching myself, I eased from the truck, closed the door and met her at the front.
“You must be Mayson.” She extended a hand. “Welcome to Albright.”
Accepting her hand in mine, I shook once and released it.
“That’s me.” I offered her a curt nod. “You can call me Trucker.”
“You used to be a truck driver?” She offered a smile.
“No—I was a firefighter in the military. They have a thing about nicknames.”
She giggled.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Trucker.” She told me, in that same voice that could make a grown man cry. “Taji Sloane. I don’t know what nickname can come from that since it already sounds like one.”
“It’s not short for anything?” I asked.
“Oh God.” Taji laughed. “No. My parents weren’t very creative people. Do you need help carrying anything inside?”
I shook my head after a glance back at my truck.
“I just have the one bag.” I told her. “I travel light.”
“Very well.”
“Is it okay to leave the truck here? I could move it somewhere else if you’d like.”
“It’ll be fine there.” She glanced around me then nodded. “Come on. If you grab your bag, I’ll show you to where you’ll be.”
“Thanks.”
Taking a moment to get my bag, I followed her up the front steps, being disappointed her top covered what had to be the most perfect ass I’d ever seen.
