She looks at me with a hint of a smile. I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. It’s not working. I see the smile in her eyes. “Oh, you mean like the way I just caught you staring at my ass when I bent over?”
“Well, I mean, it does take up most of the garage. Hard to see anything else.”
She lets out a hearty laugh and throws her purse at me. I catch it and we’re both laughing together now.
“My ass is not nearly as big as your head, or that ego.”
It’s the same way we used to tease each other when we were young, a pleasant exchange of insults. Neither of us ever meant them, and neither of us ever took offense. It was just a game we played. At times it seemed the funnier the insult, the closer we got.
She saunters toward me. God, she has a sexy walk. I hand her purse back and realize I dropped the shop rag in order to catch her purse. She looks right at my hard-on that is now raging to a point of discomfort. I need relief in the worse way.
Her eyes widen and she lets out a breathy gasp. I shrug my shoulders and smirk at her. “Guess I like big butts.”
“Clearly,” she says. Is that lust I hear in her voice? Her eyes don’t move from my cock at all. It’s as if she’s in some kind of hypnotic trance. I flex, making my dick move beneath my jeans. Her mouth opens enough for me to see the tip of her tongue as it moves across her teeth.
Abe clears his throat and laughs under his breath. When I look at him, he seems amused. “The part should be here by tomorrow. I can have you back on the road in two days. Until then you’ll have to take an Uber—when you can find one—or let Madden drive you around.”
She immediately goes ridged at the suggestion of me driving her around. “What do you mean ‘when I can find one’? Why wouldn’t I be able to find an Uber?”
“It’s a small town. Not like there are too many people needing rides around here.”
“I had no problem getting one tonight.”
“You got lucky. It’s a Saturday night.”
She huffs and looks sideways at me. “I don’t suppose there are any busses that run through here.”
I give her a sideways smile. I like watching her squirm. “You lived here long enough to know better than that.”
She sighs and her whole body slouches. “I suppose I have no choice, do I? I suspect if my Uber driver would have been old enough to remember me, he would have refused me in the first place since it seems everyone around here hates me.”
“You’re not wrong,” I agree.
The look on her face makes me think she would rather I not agree with her. Too bad. It’s so funny to watch her realize how terrible she was back then and how it’s affecting her now. It’s funny, but at the same time I have this urge to protect her from all of the judgement. They didn’t know her like I knew her. At least the way I knew her before the nasty trick she played on me. But I never really believed she was the mastermind behind that plan. I suspect Haley had something to do with it. She was never as popular as Lina, not even close, but she was far meaner, and there was some jealousy there. Lina only seemed like the mean one because everyone paid more attention to her. If she was in a room, that’s where everyone’s eyes went.
I head toward my truck. Lina doesn’t follow but I feel her eyes watching my every move. Opening the passenger side door, I watch her, waiting. She hesitates, but finally, with a huff, climbs up into the cab. Before I shut the door I say to her, in a quiet voice, “Ready to sleep with me yet?”
She inhales sharply, her eyes shooting me a glare. I laugh and shut the door before she can reply. I watch her through the windshield, our eyes locked on one another until I get behind the wheel, then she looks away.
We head for the bar. As we drive I think about the old truck I had in high school, the one that was supposed to be the place where I would sleep with Lina for the first time. I had spent the entire day cleaning and detailing it for that night. It was a 1965 Ford. I’d spent every penny I earned when I was working at the lumber mill after school to buy it and restore it. I loved that truck. But after what happened, being naked and laughed at by Lina’s friends and half the school, I sold it. Couldn’t wait to get rid of it. Sometimes I wish I had it back because there were some good memories attached to it. When Lina and I were still friends we would cruise around at night, listening to music and singing along.