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    As they walked toward the restroom, his hand across her shoulders, she looked up at him, “So, she’s your niece? Do you live here or something?"
    "No, Peach, I live right outside Memphis. Trucking country."
    "So you have family here in Georgia, Mississippi, where the hell are we, anyway?”
    "Mississippi and yes, I have family here. And Peaches, why do you ask so many questions?"
    She smiled. She glanced at Nick. He was staring at her.
    “What’s so funny?"
    "Nothing, just thinking.”
    “About what?"
    “Mountain View. I haven’t left Georgia since I was a kid and we went to some stupid cowboy rodeo thing. Now I am finally out of that ungodly place.”
    “It didn’t seem that bad, why did you leave?"
    “Long story and I gotta pee!” as she rushed into the restroom.
    She came out of the bathroom, freshened up; her hair piled on top of her head, little fuzzy red tendrils curling along her neck and looked around for Nick. Where is he? I hope he didn’t leave me... She found him in the restaurant, talking to an older lady. He smiled and waved her over.
    Okay, so what part of his family is gonna scowl at me now? I’ve barely known this guy for a few hours and his niece already hates me!
    He stood up as she reached the table. “Marti, this is my sister, Rosie.” She smiled at her, putting her hand out. “Hello Marti, m ucho gusto .”
    “Howdy, Miss Rosie, glad to meet you!” She s tuck out her hand and shook it.
    “Miss Rosie, I like that.” The older woman smiled at Marti. Looking up at Nick, she asked “Are you here for a while?”
    “Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately,” winking at Marti, “Yes. We are here for the night.”
    Marti quickly glanced up at him. “What do you mean we’re here for the night?”
    “Nothing serious, Preciosa , we have to stay here just for tonight. That’s one thing about the iPad sending information directly to corporate. With the GPS, I can’t lie about the hours I drive. The DOT really cracks down on us. We’ll be leaving first thing in the morning.” He said goodbye to Rosie and they walked outside toward the small cottages.
    “I took the liberty of renting you a cottage for the night. Don’t worry; I’ll sleep in the cab. I’ll go get your things, and you can get a good night’s sleep before we leave in the morning.” He opened the door for her and turned on the light. “I hope this suits you well, Peach.”
    As he turned to walk to the truck for her things, Marti watched him. He was so sexy and such a gentleman. His arrogant walk wasn’t actually arrogance at all. It was confidence, and it showed in everything he did.
    She wondered if he had a girlfriend, wife, lover? She wanted to rock his world. If only for one night! Dammit! She didn't want to fuck this guy she barely met a few hours ago, but he was amazing and he treated her like she was the only girl in the world!
    He walked back to the cottage with her things. Grabbing her bag, her hand grazed the front of his pants and he smiled. God, he was hot! She put her things on the bed, Nick watched her, thinking of was how beautiful and perfect his new found lady friend was. He turned to walk away. “Aren’t you staying?”
    “No, Peach, I’ll sleep in the truck, I don’t want to intrude.”
    “Ha, you’re no intrusion; I mean, why not sleep on a nice soft bed? You have to drive tomorrow. I promise I won’t touch you,” she grinning sheepishly. Waving her hand in the direction of the bathroom, she grabbed some clothes out of her bag, “I’m just gonna jump in the shower real quick.”
    “Sure thing.” Turning on the TV, looking for some news, he kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed, wondering what he just got himself into.
    The mirror in the bathroom went from floor to ceiling. Marti stopped in front of it to take a peek. Looking at herself, she reached up to let her hair fall. Her curly red hair reached down to her ass, her unblemished skin was white as snow and her breasts
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