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Page 50 of Truck Me

“Does that mean you’re going to do him again?”

“I don’t know. I want to, but then I don’t. Does that make sense?”

“No. It makes zero sense. If he makes you feel good, then do it. Stop making lists about your life and get your ass out there and live it for once.”

“Hey!” I clutch my notebook close to my chest. “Who said anything about making a list?”

Sierra bursts out laughing—like laughing so hard she probably has tears in her eyes. Once she’s calmed down enough to speak, she says, “That’s a good one. You can’t lie to me. We both know you’ve probably already made a dozen or more lists about this man since you reconnected.”

I frown and stare at my notebook, counting in my head how many I think I’ve made. Shit, she’s not far off.

“Lists help me focus and make decisions.” I argue. “Don’t knock ’em until you try ’em.”

“Sure. I’ll get right on that. Soooo …” She drags the word out, then pauses for a few beats. “When are you doing Mr. BDE again?”

“I don’t know that I am.”

“Char! Why the hell not?”

“Because I didn’t move home to have dirty hot sex with my neighbor. I need to focus on helping with my dad and getting to know my niece. She could use a female role model.”

“Wait. He’s your neighbor? Like walk-next-door-for-a-booty-call neighbor?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I can walk to his house, but there will be no more booty calls. At least, I don’t think there will be.”

“Oh, I bet you a hundred bucks there will be more booty calls.”

“I’m not wasting a hundred bucks on a bet. Working at a small-town hair salon is nothing like the high-end salon I worked at in Chicago. Good thing I don’t need to worry about rent.”

“Business slow?”

“So slow.” I sit back up and stare at the date book. “I haven’t had a client in almost two hours. This shit has got to change, or I’ll go insane with boredom.”

“More reason to spice up your life with Mr. BDE.” If I could see her face, I’ve no doubt she’s wagging her brows.

“Did you not hear the part about being a good role model for my niece?”

“I did, but I’m choosing to ignore that at the moment in favor of hearing more about this dirty hot sex you had with your neighbor.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Eh, you love me.”

“Psh, love has nothing to do with this.”

“Just do me a favor and consider it. As long as you’re stuck in that small town, you might as well have a little fun. You can help with your dad and get to know your niece all while getting a good piece of ass on the side. Don’t neglect your needs while taking care of everyone else’s.”

“Trust me. He took care of my needs so well, I’m good for a while.” The image of his large body moving over mine flashes before my eyes. I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together to fight the ache forming.

“I really hate you right now.”

“Ha. No, you don’t. You’d be miserable here. You love the city too much to move to a map dot like Beaver.”

“Maybe so, but I have to visit at some point. I need to see the sights for myself.”

“And by sights, you mean Garret.”

“Maybe,” she says in a seductive tone that tells me I’m spot on.




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