Page 43 of Trucker
“Ah!” Zoom cut in. “That’s Captain Ass to you.”
I face palmed.
It was good speaking to my best friends but soon I was back at the house.
Taji was sitting on the front porch, tapping away at her laptop.
When I entered the yard, she looked up and smiled at me.
“Where did you disappear to?” She wanted to know.
“Was talking to my Captain and her husband.” I climbed the stairs and fell into one of the chairs. “Sometimes you just need others for clarity, you know?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
I sighed. “What are you working on?”
She shrugged. “Nothing in particular. I’m suffering through a case of creativity block right now—not sure what I should be doing with myself.”
“What do you do for a living, anyway?”
Taji smiled. “Graphic designer. I mean, I’m sure they told you I’m the wealthiest woman in this town—and probably in this entire county. But I can’t just sit around and do nothing for the rest of my life.”
“I can respect that.” I nodded. “Idefinitelyrespect that.”
Silence.
I have nothing to offer her.
I can’t even say she wants me for my money.
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back and exhaled while stretching my legs out in front of me.
“Trucker.”
“Mm?”
“Are you single?”
“Yeah.” I replied without opening my eyes. “Been single a while—I’ve never had much luck with relationships.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Honestly?” I drew my legs up. “The job, for one. My personality, for two. And three—me in general.”
She made a sound in her throat.
“I’m never enough.” I explained. “Or too much.”
“That’s the scary part about being vulnerable with someone else.” Taji spoke. “It’s a trial and error kind of thing.”
I chuckled. “Mine was all errors. The last woman I was with told me I was too sexual.”
“What does that mean?”
“I actually wanted to have sex with her.” I replied. “We had the talk when he started dating. I get they’re people out there who doesn’t feel the urge to have sex with anyone.”
“Asexual.”
