Page 103 of Trucker
The three men alighted from the truck before Trucker grabbed a cooler from the backseat.
“Hey baby!” Zoom called. “Did you catch anything?”
“Yep.” He hurried over to kiss her. “Caught and cleaned there.”
“Eww. You’re smelly. Go wash up.”
Kaos smirked, kissed her again then gave me a nod.
“Hey Sprite.” He had a knowing grin on his lips.
Blushing, I turned to look at Moose then Trucker.
“You told him?” I poked Trucker in the ribs.
“Hey, he was going to find out.” Trucker kissed me. “I’m going to shower then come back for a real kiss.”
“Ew.” Moose interjected. “You kiss him?”
“She does freakier things to me.” Trucker guffawed.
I smacked him. “Mayson!”
He chortled and wondered off. The others shook their heads and left Zoom and I on the porch. Though my cheeks were still burning.
“Can you believe he said that?” I asked, pressing my palms to them. “Out loud.”
Zoom giggled. “Yes. He’s friends with my husband.”
“Bad influence!”
Zoom patted my shoulder while leaving me on the porch, her laughter following her into the house.
Wandering back inside, my mood was good, and even though I was missing work, I didn’t mind. I’d let all my clients know I’d be away for a while.
I pushed that worry to the back of my mind and though Zoom told me not to worry about it, I set up the fancy coffee machine with the help of YouTube, then found ingredients to make everyone in the house breakfast.
Slowly, the house came a live. From somewhere upstairs, the showers were going, someone had started the washing machine, and the air conditioner came on to cool down the house.
Strong arms snaked around my waist from behind and Trucker’s smell swirled around me. Weak, I moaned and leaned back in his arms.
“Hungry?’ I asked.
“Mm.” Trucker replied. “How did you sleep?”
“Better than I had in a while.” I replied before turning in his arms. “I find it hard to fall asleep when you’re not with me. Sit, I’ll get you some food.”
“Give me another hug.” Trucker whispered around a kiss.
This time, he held me with my arms around his shoulders until Moose entered the space, fresh from his shower. He winked at me and headed straight for coffee.
“I tell you” Moose sipped. “I really don’t know. I don’t know what they put in this coffee from Jamaica, but it’s good.”
“Yes, but strong.” I murmured.
Moose merely laughed, allowed himself another drink then refilled his mug.
Soon, the open space was filled with souls.
