Page 88 of Trucker
Trucker laughed.
“I know. Wild horses and all that.”
“Right. Is she okay now?”
“Mm.” I replied. “She’s healing nicely. But you don’t have to worry. She’ll be good.”
“Does that mean you’re not coming back?”
“Whoa!” I chuckled. “Horses before the buggy much? We haven’t made that decision yet. My relationship is new, so I’m definitely coming back. Besides, this is not Mars. You can visit.”
“Well, what’s better than just popping over if I miss you?”
“Don’t be a nerd.”
Lena groaned. “If you need help, call us. Okay?”
“Okay, my love.”
Long after I was off the call with her, I shoved my almost dead phone into my pocket and exhaled and leaned back on my palms. There were so many thoughts flowing through my head until I was dizzy.
To say I loved Taji was stalker mentality as we just met. But the feelings I had for her were strong—strong.
Finding out she was hurt caused my soul to leave my body then the rage I felt afterward was enough to cause a volcanic eruption.
She was different than any woman I’d ever met, and I didn’t want my insecurities to ruin this.
Eventually, I made my way back to the house.
Taji was moving around but she hadn’t left her room yet. Instead of bothering her, I showered, shaved and dug through my bag to find something to wear before making my way down the stairs.
By this time, Taji was in the kitchen, listening to music on her laptop while making breakfast. The smell of coffee drew me to the coffee maker to serve myself.
“How was your sleep?” I asked.
She kissed me, grinned and handed me a plate piled high with breakfast sausages, toast and scrambled eggs.
“Trying to find a way to my heart, Sprite?”
Taji moaned, inhaled dramatically, stole one of my sausages and bit it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hey, moocher.” Trucker laughed. “No take-back-sies.”
Taji giggled.
She continued eating her stolen loot, kissed me then wandered off to pour me some orange juice.
I waited for her to join me.
Watching her, I found myself smiling as she chatted excitedly about a new project. I couldn’t stop staring at her—it wasn’t just her beauty. There was something so wholesome about her, so genuine.
Sincere happiness lookedsexyon her.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you are?” I asked.
Taji blushed deeply.
