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My gaze lowers to my seats, then to her.

She immediately bites her lip.

“Get out.”

Her shoulders start shaking.

“Get the fuck out of my truck.”

She clamps a hand over her mouth.

Her laughter comes out anyway. Quiet. Breathless.

This is completely fucking ridiculous.

And before I can stop it, a laugh escapes me.

Chaos freezes.

So do I.

Her eyes widen. Then her face softens. “You laughed.”

“No, I didn't.”

“You did.”

“Go home.”

“You laughed at my pee bottle.”

“I laughed at your complete lack of understanding of female anatomy.”

She gasps. “I understand my anatomy.”

“Then explain the bottle.”

She looks at it.

I wait.

Her nose wrinkles. “I may need a funnel.”

I close my eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I could make one.”

“No.”

“Out of a water bottle.”

“No.”

“Or the Doritos bag.”

My eyes open. “Absolutely fucking not.”

She loses it again.