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Whatever it was, it felt like a live wire, ready to zap and burn me if I let it.
I barely remembered the real reason I’d wanted to be out on the roads tonight. I’d kept my eyes open for the missing kid all night but still hadn’t seen any sign of him.
I tried to focus. I was also trying to come up with reasons to stay with her. So maybe she wasn’t the only one who needed to figure shit out. “Not yet. C’mon. You’re learnin’ how to drive.”
“In a snowstorm?” She laughed but then glanced around us, a worried frown taking over her face. “Frank, I thought we were out here trying to prevent accidents.”
“We got this whole parkin’ lot to ourselves, the snow’s dyin’ down, and if you crash, it’ll be into a snowbank at five miles an hour. Can’t do much damage that way.” Taking her hand, I dragged her trepidatious ass to the driver’s-side door and opened it for her. “Climb in.”
She turned to face me. “I’m not so sure about this. There are school buses over there.”
“I’m aware.” This woman’s hair was a wild mess beneath her hood. The wind was blowing strands of it everywhere, and it kept sticking to her face. Taking my gloves off, I couldn’t seem to help myself, and I smoothed it away again carefully, then offered her my most serious expression. “Get in the truck, Samantha.”
She squirmed. “Okay, jeez.”
Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip and climbed up, and I watched her. She looked good in my truck. What was it about a beautiful woman driving a big rig? I had no clue, but it made my dick hard.
She slammed the door shut and rolled down the window. “What now?”
Sitting next to her, with Grum passed out in the back seat, snoring loudly, I showed her where all the controls were. The truck was souped-up a bit with four-wheel drive, my dash computer, radio base, and lights, but other than that, it wasn’t much different than a regular ol’ pickup. It had an automatic transmission, so it’d be easy to learn in.
“Put it in drive and hit the gas. Gently,” I warned.
She looked at me with hesitation screaming out from behind her eyes. She was just as beautiful without her glasses, but I found myself missing them.
The smooth rumbling of the engine almost drowned out the quiet sound of her voice. “Okay. If you’re sure?”
“I am. This ain’t my first rodeo, and don’t look at me. Look at the road ahead of you and go.”
She got louder. “Okaaay. You don’t have to be so bossy.”
“Hm.” If she thought that was bossy, she had another thing coming.
Mumbling expletives at me, probably ’cause she was nervous, she put the truck in gear and tapped the tip of her boot to the edge of the gas pedal. We didn’t move one inch.
“More.”
She winced but pressed harder, and the truck rolled forward a few feet, then stopped.
“The point is forward motion.”
Annoyed, she mocked me like a teenager, “‘The point is forward motion.’ Ugh. I know that. It’s just, this truck is state owned, right? And it’s big. And… I’m scared, okay?”
Remembering how she’d relaxed when I told her she was beautiful on our date, I praised, “It’s intimidatin’, I know, but you got this, and you look damn good behind the wheel.”
Swinging her head in my direction, a sly smile lit her eyes, but the truck rolled when she relaxed and her foot accidentally hit the gas.
“Whoa! What do I do?”
I knew there was nothing in front of us besides snow, so, looking in her eyes, I said casually, “Probably best to face forward.”
She tore her eyes from mine and stomped on the brake.
“Don’t stop. Keep goin’.”
“I hit the wrong button. Your boots are way too big for me. Sorry.”
“‘The wrong button’? You mean pedal?”
