The smile disappears from his lips and his face goes darker than before. Oh, yeah. There’s a story there.
He’s just not ready to tell it yet.
He reaches over and I think he’s going to grab my leg. My breath catches.
“Relax,” he says, opening the glove box. “Grab that CD and pop it in. This will explain why I'm still single.”
I do as he says, and something totally unexpected happens. After a few moments, I hear the soundtrack to the Walt Disney adaptation of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasp. “I used to have this record when I was a kid, and I wore it out!”
He smiles. “My favorite thing to listen to at Christmastime.”
I squeal like a little girl, but I’m too excited to be embarrassed as childhood memories come flooding back. “Whenever I heard Goofy’s Jacob Marley, and those spooky chains coming up the stairs, I had to jump onto my bed and pull the covers over me. I was afraid something was going to grab my ankles. Is that weird?”
Bear’s smile is getting so big he’s beaming.
“Not as weird as this,” he says, and then all of a sudden he launches into all the voices in sync with the CD, doing both Scrooge McDuck with a perfect Scottish accent and the full squawking Donald Duck voice as nephew Fred.
“Merry Christmas!” he quacks.
Oh. My. God.
This is a little weird, but…
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man more.
Chapter 7
Bear
Yeah, it’s a little weird but…
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I have to put on the Disney CD to defuse the sexual tension.
The way she just peeled off her coat and hat. Shit on a fruitcake. Her little body hiding underneath that coat is even cuter than on television. Because, of course it is.
Her breasts in that red sweater are now live and three-dimensional now. Her face is relaxed and doesn’t have that authoritative air that she has live on the air. Though, I gotta admit, I kinda like that authoritative air about her.
I catch her eye while she’s laughing at my line-by-line mimicry, and her eyes are wide in surprise, but also fascinated. As I keep going with the Scrooge McDuck “Bah! Humbug!” speech, she’s soon doubled over and putting a hand to her chest.
I thought all of this would make my impure thoughts about her calm down. Dirty thoughts. Filthy thoughts.
But the sound of her laughter and knowing I made it happen, it’s making everything worse.
She’s got an incredibly sexy laugh, like small shards of pure ice tumbling into a whiskey glass.
It makes me wonder what her voice will sound like when I take her in my bed.
She keeps laughing like that, we’re not gonna be able to wait until we get to my bed. It’s gonna happen right here in the cab of my truck.
I can’t stop making her laugh, though. Pretty soon, she’s dabbing at her eyes.
“I thought I was fine waiting out the storm alone in my car, but this is a Christmas miracle,” she says, sitting up and catching her breath. “I love you!”
I stop my silly antics and put my eyes back on the road. She covers her mouth in shock at herself. “I mean I love your sense of humor. I love people…with your sense of humor.”