Page 102 of Trucker
Zoom giggled.
“I get it. Trucker is a beautiful man. If I was into him we’d be doing it everywhere too.”
“It’s—you two were never together?”
Zoom shook her head, her natural hair shaking gently with the movement.
“We’d always been friends. And besides, I had my eyes on a little bit of Kaos—it was unrequited for a long time.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. We’re together now. But the curve balls in this friendship. These men of ours are different and it takes some kind of fortitude to love them.”
I agreed with a groan.
“Kaos was military. And even though he’s not in anymore, each time his boys call, off he goes.” Zoom signed dramatically. “Trucker—him too.”
“And Moose?”
Zoom laughed. “American military but how they met is a long story.”
“Zulu.”
Zoom said nothing which forced me to turn and faced her.
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
I’m not sure.
“Zulu is their girl.” Zoom explained. “When shit goes wrong they call her and she will burn the world down to make sure her boys are safe and they’re the ones who go home. She’s always been like that.”
“And you’re not worried about their closeness?”
Laughing, Zoom sipped from her mug.
“No.” she replied. “For one, I trust my man. And two, Zulu is just a friend. We inherited her when I started dating Kaos. Along with a whole slew of American military men and a couple in Thailand.”
“Thailand?”
“Storm and Taz.” Zoom nodded, love on her pretty face. “Storm is a cop we met during a visit there. His wife is Taz—ex military from Australia. Lovely people. They’re coming to visit for the summer. You’ll meet them then.”
“If Trucker keeps me around.” I finished my coffee and sighed.
“What does he call you?”
I blinked.
“Um—what?”
“Trucker.” Zoom asked. “What nickname did he give you?”
“Sprite. Why? Does that mean anything?”
Nodding, Zoom stood as Kaos’ truck entered the yard.
“You’ll meet Storm and Taz this summer.” She smirked, then pushed to her tiptoes to wave excitedly at Kaos.
I blushed.
