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CHAPTERONE
Blake
I pullinto the truck stop and put my big rig into park. I sigh and wipe a heavy hand across my brow before I lean my forearms on my steering wheel and look out my windshield.
I can feel the silence of the truck stop, interrupted only by the rumble of my engine as it slowly fades away. The parking lot is empty but for the occasional car and truck, but nothing is moving. It's like no one is here, but I know there are plenty of other truckers here too. They're just probably all asleep in the backs of their rigs.
The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the highway and the parking lot. The dull hum of the buzzing fluorescent lights spills into the air, creating a strange sense of eeriness. The silence is so thick it feels like a blanket, enveloping me in its embrace. I can feel it, like a heavy weight pressing down on me.
There is something hauntingly beautiful about this moment, something that stirs a deep longing inside me. I don't know what it is or why it is so strong, but I can feel it in my bones. The stillness, the solitude, the absolute quiet. I find myself yearning to be part of it, to exist in this moment for just a little while longer.
I reach up and turn off the engine, plunging me into complete silence. The only sound I can hear now is my own breathing, and it's the only thing that I can focus on. I take a few deep breaths, and it feels like I am finally able to relax. I let my head rest on the headrest and close my eyes, taking in the peacefulness of the moment.
The dull hum of the fluorescent lights has become a melody in my ears, and I can feel the entire truck stop like an extension of my own body. I take it all in, from the way the asphalt shimmers in the fading light to the way the shadows seem to stretch out for miles.
I feel the loneliness.
It is a feeling I know all too well, the heavy burden that comes from feeling completely alone. The sun is almost gone now, and the sky is a soft, fading shade of blue.
I exhale another breath and reach for the handle of my truck.
And then I go completely still.
My heart starts beating in overdrive, and every muscle in my body tightens when I see her.
I don't have a clue who she is, but she's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen in all my thirty-two years.
She's an angel.
No, she's agoddess.
Her long, red hair flows down over a backpack to an impossibly tiny waist. It's wild and untamed, like a lion's mane. She can't be more than five-foot-four and thin, but she still has a nice handful of curves.
She's nothing short of glorious.
But what the fuck is she wearing?
My cock is a rod of steel as my eyes sweep over her from head to toe. Her white tank top doesn't completely cover her stomach, leaving the expanse of skin just below her belly button and between the hem of her shorts exposed.
Andfuuuck, those shorts.
They shouldn't even be allowed to be called shorts. They barely cover her ass, and while I'm loving the view, I'm instantly, irrationally enraged and jealous at the thought of other men seeing her like this.
And I know that's insane when I don't even know her.
My insanity goes up a notch when I see several men's heads turn in her direction as she makes her way to the door of the truck stop.
A low growl bubbles up in my throat when I see them blatantly checking her out.
I panic when I see some of them starting to follow her.
Jesus, she's going to start a riot if she's not careful. I see the looks in their eyes. They're thinking the same thing I am, but the difference is I want to take care of her.
I want to be her protector.
And I make my decision here and now.
I fling open the door of the truck and cast threatening glances at every man following her.
