Page 104 of Trucker
Aside from the regular people, there was someone who looked like Kaos but wasn’t really Kaos. Not sure who he was, I shifted my body in front of Truckers and eyed the new man warily.
“It’s okay, Sprite.” Trucker dropped his chin to my shoulder from behind me. “He’s not a threat.”
“Do you know him?” I whispered back.
“That’s Kaos’ brother, Jack.” Trucker rested his chin on my shoulder. “He’s Lena’s father.”
“Why is Kaos’ Lena’s guardian then?”
“Jack is an addict.” Trucker replied. “He’s been clean for a few years now—lost his wife and couldn’t deal. Owed some very nasty people money—they went after Lena one too many times.”
I nodded, understanding.
Kaos introduced Jack and long after breakfast and they all went out, I walked beside Trucker, hand in hand down the street.
“Remember when we talked a while back, you said that you could work from anywhere?” Trucker asked above the din of traffic.
“Mm.”
“Did you mean it?”
“Trucker, what do you really want to ask me?”
He stopped walking under a tree and took my hands in his. I was so in love with the way my smaller hands disappeared in his bigger ones. I loved being enveloped in his arms, feeling his body almost consuming mine.
Still, I lifted my eyes to his.
“Do you want to move in with me?” Trucker asked. “I know it might be a little early. But you don’t understand how I feel when I have to leave you.”
“Is this your way of telling me that you’re in love with me so you miss me when I leave?”
“Love you?” He choked.
“Like it’s a secret!” I flipped some brown hair over a shoulder. “Mayson it’s the little things you do for me. The way you talk to me, look at me, touch me—do I need to go on?”
He hung his head a tell-tale sign he was blushing.
“Okay, fine. Let’s pretend I didn’t say that. You can confess later. Yes.”
Trucker arched a brow. “Yes? To what?”
“To moving in with you.” I replied. “Did you think I’d say no?”
“I—um—wasn’t sure.” Trucker hugged me tightly. “We’ll make plans. Right now, enjoy your vacation.”
“Thanks.” I framed his cheeks.
“For what, Sprite?”
“For sharing your family with me. For knowing I came with baggage but was willing to work with me. For not abandoning me when you found out what happened?—”
Trucker kissed me deeply. He sucked my words into his mouth as tears rolled from my eyes.
He was a phantom in a dream of sunshine.
For some reason, this beautiful man saw me and even with my demons chasing me—even though I was the less expensive gem, he treated me like a diamond.
Though we were still trying our best to build a life together, Mayson Calhoune had taken my hands and through the storms of getting to know myself again, getting to love myself again, he wouldn’t let go.
