Igrumble my way through breakfast as Liam ribs me endlessly. I haven’t seen him in ages, and I growl at him when he flicks my ballcap off my head. I look ridiculous this morning, having forgotten an extra shirt.
So now I’m wearing a borrowed shirt from Sem that says,All Trash, No Trailer,ripped jeans, and a Texaco hat. On the other hand, Whit is wearing what he usually does, looking way too good for being up earlier than me.
Sem and Luke are outside getting the trucks ready. I can hear them laughing and talking through the open front door.
“Where’s Anne?” I ask Liam. “I prefer her over you, you know.”
“She couldn’t make it today.”
I sigh. “She’s my favorite sister-in-law.”
“She’s your only sister-in-law,” Liam says and then shoves the rest of the eggs into his mouth and heads outside. “Be out in five. We got shit to do!” he shouts.
“What are we doing?” Whit asks a minute later when we step onto the porch. There’s a mist in the air, and the ground is soaked. It’s not too cold yet, but the rain seems to wash the usual haze away. This is my favorite time of year.
“You’ll see,” I say and then smile inwardly because Whit has no clue what he’s getting into.
I lead him to where Sem, Luke, and Liam are all chatting.
“We’re getting into this?” Whit asks, eyeing the monstrous truck in front of him. It’s the Frankenstein monster of trucks. Different parts from the scrapyard have been clobbered together to create it.
It’s my baby, and I cannot wait to have Whit next to me as I take it out.
“Yep.”
“And you’re driving?” he asks, looking unsure.
“Yep.”
“There are no doors.”
“Nope.”
“And no roof.”
“Yep. Say hello to Betsy.” I pat the truck and add, “Betsy, this is Whit.”
“You’ve named it?”
“Yep.”
I chuckle and crowd into him, pushing against his back until he’s forced to climb up into the truck.
I shamelessly watch his ass as he pulls himself up.
“Stop checking him out and let’s go,” Liam says right before starting up his Jeep. It rumbles low and loud.
Whit clicks on his seatbelt and then sends me a stern look.
“This is not what I thought I’d be doing on my Saturday morning.”
I pull myself into the driver’s seat. “Wish you were still jerking me off instead?”
Whit flushes and then taps his hands against his legs. “I think getting into this truck with you was a bad idea.”
I smile widely, flip my hat backward and twist the key in the ignition. The truck sputters and coughs but then roars to life. Whit winces at the sound and turns to stare at me.
“Oh, Whit, you have no idea.”