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So far below his league?
He didn’t say anything else, and I didn’t think I had the right to push. No matter how disappointed I’d been.
Needing to preoccupy my hands, I opened a bottle of apple juice and took a long drink.
“You okay?” Trucker asked.
Nodding, I pulled off a piece of my partially eaten sausage and pushed it into my mouth. I wasn’t being honest with him.
Still, I couldn’t tell him that—he didn’t need to know that I was just as bad as those crazy women, lining the fence, wishing he’d look in their direction just once.
I’m just as terrible as them.
I shook my head to clear it.
But by then, my appetite was gone.
Not wanting him to ask any questions. I ate more.
When he had to get back to work, it disappointed me.
It didn’t occur to me how desperately I wanted to stay with him until I realized an hour had shimmered by and he had to leave me.
Trucker helped me pack what we hadn’t eaten back into the basket and walked with me back to my car. By then, all the other women were gone—except Esther who was now sitting in her car, gripping the wheel until her knuckles changed colours.
I should care—but the brightness of Trucker’s eyes, the warmth of his closeness, the softness of his voice—all of that had my attention so deeply, I didn’t care for anyone else.
Nothing else mattered.
Trucker set the basket on the backseat of my car, accepted a bottle of water that wasn’t as cold as before. He leaned in to press his perfect lips against my cheek then stepped back.
“I wish I had more time to spend with you at lunch.” He told me. “And I don’t mean to eat and run. But thanks for this.”
“You’re welcome.” I lifted my chin. “I’m not worried. I know where you live—for now.”
Trucker laughed. “Facts.”
My body was still pulsing from the way he’d kissed my cheek—the way he allowed his lips to linger against my flesh, leaving every part of me alive.
“Get back to work.” I tapped his nose with a finger. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Don’t make dinner.” He told me. “I’ll stop and pick up something for us.”
“Trucker…”
“I won’t change my mind.” He wiggled his brows at me. “You’ve been feeding me since I got here. You deserve a little bit of a break, don’t you think?”
“Maybe.”
“Do I have to make this an order?” Trucker drawled.
“I’m not a very good soldier.” I teased back.
“Let me handle that—do you want me to make this an order?”
Trembling, my entire body was on fire—a magical set of flames I didn’t want to put out.
“I surrender.” I nodded. “Okay.”
