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I feel my jaw drop before instinct takes over. “What the hell are you doing?” I demand, trying to move around the man between us and confront the jackass.
I don’t get far.
The hands on my waist slide to my hips, holding me in place.
Struggling, I push to my tiptoes and glare at Dale.
If looks could kill, he’d be so dead!
A firm squeeze to my hips has me dropping back down, my feet firmly on the asphalt.
Really?I silently ask.
Hoping my expression conveys my thoughts, I try to round my truck driver again. This time, instead of squeezing his hands in warning, I feel a sharp swat to my jeans-clad ass.
I’m not sure if the pain or the shock stops me in my tracks—maybe both—but I stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous stranger who just spanked me in the middle of a gas station parking lot.
“You do not listen well, little one. That will change.” His voice is hoarse, like he just woke up or spent the past decade smoking thirty a day.
His words lodge my breath in my throat.What do I even say to that?
“Go,” he tells me, nodding behind me.
I can’t get my legs to move because my brain is too busy processing what just happened.
“Toilet,” he says, pushing at my hip.
It’s the jolt my body needs to wake up, and my legs carry me in the direction he pointed without much thought.
Before I even reach the bathroom, both curiosity and intrigue tell me to turn and check on Dale. Yet every fiber of my body and my instinct scream at me to keep walking and not stop until I’m inside the restroom.
Curiosity wins.
Maybe I was a cat in a past life?
But it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have bothered. By the time I turn to look, Dale is rushing back to the car, diving into our middle row of seats like his ass is on fire and slamming the door just as Laura and Billy climb out of the front seats.
The truck’s passenger and my mystery spanker watch Dale with identical expressions of disgust. Like he’s a bug they want to step on.
A thought I do not get to dwell on before I am once more locked in a heated gaze. A battle of wills I’m not sure I can or want to win.
CHAPTERTWO
Daniel
Cockroach.
I watch as the boy scuttles back to the car, hiding as if some rich city boy’s car will be able to keep him safe.
The thought of holding him by the neck with his head in the doorjamb of the car as I slam the door over and over makes me smile. But it only lasts a second when the appearance of his friends from the front of the car reminds me that I need to reel my urges in.
At least until tonight.
Stepping away, I hope the physical distance will help tear my mind away from what I could be doing. I glance down at what touches my foot. A pumpkin. They are placed around the gas pumps as a reminder of what today is.
Halloween.
When all the monsters come out to play, including me.
