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I’d just reached it when I heard a car roll to a stop at the end of Hoax’s driveway.
Picking up the three towels, I tossed one to Bayou who still hadn’t said a word to me and tossed the other at Hoax who’d been waiting for me. Then I got to work on the drying of the large truck that I could only reach the bottom half of and thought about what I was doing.
Or, at least, I tried to.
There was a voice that interrupted my thoughts, and I felt my body jolt.
I knew that voice.
That same voice had called me a bitch eight years ago, and I still remembered the high-pitch whine of it.
And yep, the urge to throat punch the woman was still there.
“What are you doing?” Brielle asked, sounding miffed. “I thought I was borrowing the truck. Why isn’t it ready?”
She hadn’t seen me yet, so I chose to stay where I was, doing what I was doing, despite my small part that I could reach being more than adequately dry.
“Washing the truck,” Hoax said. “Because you decided to park it under a tree that you knew damn well the birds congregated in. It’ll be ready in about five minutes, just gotta finish drying it first.”
The woman huffed. “It was either I park it there, or walk an extra block.”
I rolled my eyes heavenward and moved slightly, dropping down to my haunches so that I could reach the bottom half of the door.
“Oh, God. The thought of you having to walk an extra block really hurts my heart,” Hoax drawled, sounding so smart-assy that I wanted to laugh.
“You don’t understand,” Brielle sniped. “You’re not a woman. You have no clue.”
“Then enlighten us,” Bayou said. “Because I don’t like cleaning bird shit off of trucks. I also told him if it came back damaged in any way, I’d be sure to help fix it. But seriously, Brielle. This is ridiculous. You can’t borrow people’s belongings and then not return them how they were given to you. It doesn’t work that way.”
I agreed wholeheartedly again, not that I would admit that aloud.
I already didn’t like this woman. I didn’t need any more ammunition.
“Whatever,” she snarled. “It wasn’t in any worse condition than when I got it. The windshield was disgusting.”
“The windshield was disgusting because the goddamn bugs here are horrible. But, since we’re on the subject of your selfishness, let’s discuss why you left a goddamn box of sushi in it all night and now it smells like fish. Or how about the fact that you somehow managed to use all of my fuel when you were only ‘driving it to work to pick up a few large boxes,’” Hoax said, sounding agitated.
I clenched my teeth, and in my annoyance, I stood up and inadvertently revealed myself to the woman.
She saw me, her eyes narrowed, and then recognition dawned.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Brielle snarled.
Obviously, she didn’t forget me any more than I forgot her.
Good.
I didn’t want her to forget the woman that almost knocked her ass out.
If her brother hadn’t saved her…
“She’s here because we’re about to go out on a date,” Hoax replied. “Here, help us dry the truck off.”
Hoax reached for the towel in my hands. Immediately after getting it, he tossed it at Brielle over the cab of the truck. It hit her in the face because she hadn’t been expecting the order.
Brielle peeled it away from her and stared at Hoax incredulously.
“I’m sorry, but what?”
Hoax laughed, as did Bayou. “Dry it off, Brie. You know, like this.”
I watched with amusement as Hoax demonstrated how to dry off the truck.
“I’m not dumb, Hoax. I’m just trying to figure out why you want me to dry it.” She tossed the towel onto the ground—the still wet ground—and glared.
Hoax sighed.
Bayou shuffled his hand through Brielle’s hair and then nudged her to the side. “Move if you’re not going to help.”
Brielle glared at me, then at Bayou. “Whatever. I’ll be inside. When you’re done, come get me.”
Then she walked inside, leaving me to wonder what made her think her shit didn’t stink.
After the door shut behind her with a loud, resounding boom, I looked over to find Hoax staring at me.
He wanted to know why Brielle hated me so much.
I glanced at Bayou, who’d moved down to the backside of the truck near the tailgate and shook my head. Hoax seemed to understand that and nodded his head once.
However, I wasn’t fooled. I knew that he’d ask about this again the first chance he got.
At one point, he moved closer to me until my body was practically pressed to his truck as he reached above my head and dried the roof that was too high for me to reach. I felt him from shoulder blades to ass and knew that he’d done it on purpose.
