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She was hoisting both her middle fingers high at the tractor trailer when she saw its brake lights flare.
CHAPTER 2
Was there ever a more beautiful color in the whole wide world? AnnieLee could write a damn ode to the dazzling red of those brake lights.
As she ran toward the truck, the cab’s passenger door swung open. She wiped the rain from her eyes and looked at her rescuer. He was a gray-haired, soft-bellied man in his fifties, smiling down at her from six feet up. He tipped his baseball cap at her like a country gentleman.
“Come on in before you drown,” he called.
A gust of wind blew the rain sideways, and without another second’s hesitation, AnnieLee grabbed onto the door handle and hauled herself into the passenger seat, flinging water everywhere.
“Thank you,” she said breathlessly. “I thought I was going to have to spend the night out there.”
“That would’ve been rough,” the man said. “It’s a good thing I came along. Lot of people don’t like to stop. Where you headed?”
“East,” she said as she pulled off her streaming poncho and then shrugged out of her heavy backpack. Her shoulders were killing her. Come to think of it, so were her feet.
“My name’s Eddie,” the man said. He thrust out a hand for her to shake.
“I’m … Ann,” she said, taking it.
He held her fingers for a moment before releasing them. “It’s real nice to meet you, Ann.” Then he put the truck into gear, looked over his shoulder, and pulled onto the highway.
He was quiet for a while, which was more than fine with AnnieLee, but then over the road noise she heard Eddie clear his throat. “You’re dripping all over my seat,” he said.
“Sorry.”
“Here, you can at least dry your face,” he said, tossing a red bandanna onto her lap. “Don’t worry, it’s clean,” he said when she hesitated. “My wife irons two dozen for me every time I head out on a run.”
Reassured by news of this wife, AnnieLee pressed the soft bandanna to her cheeks. It smelled like Downy. Once she’d wiped her face and neck, she wasn’t sure if she should give it back to him, so she just wadded it up in her hand.
“You hitchhike a lot?” Eddie asked.
AnnieLee shrugged because she didn’t see how it was any of his business.
“Look, I been driving longer than you been alive, I bet, and I’ve seen some things.Badthings. You don’t know who you can trust.”
Then she saw his big hand coming toward her, and she flinched.
Eddie laughed. “Relax. I’m just turning up the heat.” He twisted a knob, and hot air blasted in her face. “I’m one of thegood guys,” he said. “Husband, dad, all that white-picket-fence business. Shoot, I even got a dangpoodle.That was my wife’s idea, though. I wanted a blue heeler.”
“How old are your kids?” AnnieLee asked.
“Fourteen and twelve,” he said. “Boys. One plays football, the other plays chess. Go figure.” He held out a battered thermos. “Got coffee if you want it. Just be careful, because it’s probably still hot as hellfire.”
AnnieLee thanked him, but she was too tired for coffee. Too tired to talk. She hadn’t even asked Eddie where he was going, but she hardly cared. She was in a warm, dry cab, putting her past behind her at seventy miles per hour. She wadded her poncho into a pillow and leaned her head against the window. Maybe everything was going to be okay.
She must have fallen asleep then, because when she opened her eyes she saw a sign for Lafayette, Louisiana. The truck’s headlights shone through slashing rain. A Kenny Chesney song was on the radio. And Eddie’s hand was on her thigh.
She stared down at his big knuckles as her mind came out of its dream fog. Then she looked over at him. “I think you better take your hand off me,” she said.
“I was wondering how long you were going to sleep,” Eddie said. “I was getting lonely.”
She tried to push his hand away, but he squeezed tighter.
“Relax,” he said. His fingers dug into her thigh. “Why don’t you move closer, Ann? We can have a little fun.”
AnnieLee gritted her teeth. “If you don’t take your hand off me, you’re going to be sorry.”
