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“I wasn’t going to tell them I had no clue.” She scoffed.
“Good girl.”
Taji giggled.
“So, why did you agree to host me?”
“Honestly?” Taji paused to clean the corners of her mouth, then placed the pristine, white napkin back in her lap. “No one else wanted to. They were a little wary about a stranger being in their home. But where else were you going to stay? This backwards town has nothing here. And besides, like I said, you’re doing something amazing for us.”
I stared into her eyes until she blushed and looked away.
TAJI SLOANE
Before the sun rose,I was awake and sitting up in bed. Since it wouldn’t be normal to wander the house like some kind of lost soul, I remained there, trying to read my book and failing.
Though I was still tired, I tried falling asleep but failed at that too.
Shit.
I can’t do anything right.
Sighing dramatically, I shoved the book back into the drawer beside my bed, flopped to my back and stared up at the ceiling.
My brain wandered to many different places, all of them a swirling vortex that was beginning to make me dizzy.
The one prominent thought was wondering if Trucker was in fact sleeping or if he was awake and restless as I was.
Rolling to the side, I stared at the clock and frowned.
Time was moving entirely too slow for my liking.
It was just after four in the morning—I’d been up two hours.
Time crawled when I needed it to move faster.
Snail’s pace.
Eventually, it felt like the right time to get out of bed and dressed.
Still, I forced myself to sit there a little longer—counting the breaths, not wanting to seem overly eager.
The truth was, seeing Tucker again excited me.
On my way down the stairs, heavy footsteps caught my attention.
I turned to see Trucker was exiting his room.
“You’re up.” I greeted him. “Morning.”
A smiled tugged at the right side of his lips.
It didn’t matter that we’d just met—he was a gorgeous man with full lips, a flat nose that fit his perfectly carved cheekbones and cool dark skin that made my mouth water.
He tilted his head.
I gripped the railing beside me.
“What? I’m sorry. Say that again.”
