"You could say so. Tennessee to Nevada is a
long haul."
"Where
are you headed to in Nevada?" As the trust in her eyes disappeared, he
kicked himself mentally for the change in her openness with him. "Never
mind. It's nothing more than small talk."
The
cab stopped in front of the motel and he asked the man to wait while he walked
her to the door.
"Thanks
for the lift, Tucker."
"You're
welcome. I guess I'll see you around."
"Probably
not. I'm leaving in the morning."
"True.
It was nice spending a few hours with you anyway. I haven't had a chance to
spend some downtime with a woman, just dancing and shooting pool, in a long time."
The
little smile on her lips made him want to kiss her. "Maybe you should try
to relax more."
A
small chuckle left his mouth as he shook his head. "I suppose." Her
lips pressed into a thin line as she dropped her gaze to the ground at their
feet. "Can I kiss you goodnight?"
Her
eyes met his and she smiled again—a full one this time—one that lit up her
entire face. "Sure."
One
small step brought him up in front of her. He let his fingers slip into the
hair near her ear and slide behind her head to pull her closer. The feel of her
lips called to him. The need to taste her overwhelmed his senses. Lust swept
down his spine, ratcheting up his desire to bursting proportions and there
wasn't a damned thing he could do about it now except be satisfied with the
taste of her mouth.
Her
eyes drifted closed as her lips parted when he brought their mouths within a
hairsbreadth apart. A growl rumbled low in his throat as their mouths touched. All
thought disappeared, except the softness of her lips and the feel of her
pressed against him.
Tongues
explored. Need spiraled. Fingers touched.
God, I need her—need this.
A
honk behind them brought him out of the fog of desire. "I guess my driver
is getting impatient."
"Yeah,"
she whispered.
"Goodnight."
"Night."
Chapter Two
"You
have got to be fucking kidding me!" Jacie yelled, kicking the flat tire on
her rig. "I so do not need this!" Grumbling under her breath while
she walked, she continued around the other side noticing the rest. In all
total, four of her tires were cut in a circular pattern from one lug nut to
another, piercing the rubber wall, making them impossible to repair. "Some
asshole cut my damned tires!"
She
tipped her head back on her shoulders and fought the urge to throw something.
Tempers ran hot in her family and this situation would be no different.
I'm already in a pissy-ass mood. I
am totally sexually frustrated after the kiss from Tucker and a sleepless night
dreaming about all the things I'd like to do to his body. Now I'm stuck in the
middle of Oklahoma with barely enough cash to get me to Vegas for gas and four
blown tires that costs over three-hundred bucks apiece.
"Son
of a bitch, I don't need this."
A
huge, wet raindrop hit her face.
"Great.
It's going to fucking rain now."
The
sky opened up and rain started pelting her face as she headed for the diner
next door. The place had a few patrons, but she didn't pay any attention to
them making her way toward the booth in the corner for some privacy.
I need to call Mom and Dad. God, I
hate asking them for anything.
The
waitress wandered over to take her order of coffee. Once she had the cup in
front of her, she retrieved her cell phone to dial her parent's number.
"Jacie
Margaret Hawkins. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time,
young lady?" her mother asked, sarcasm clear in her voice.
The
thought of asking her parents for money soured her stomach. She hated it. Her
parents thought she would never amount to anything. They didn't like her
driving big rigs and spending all her time dressed more like a man than the
young woman she was raised to be.
"Hi,
Mom."
"Spill
it."
A
heavy sigh rushed from her lips. "I need money."
"Why?"
"Someone
cut the tires on my rig."
"Where
are you?"
"Littleton,
Oklahoma."
"What
are you