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“The ladies’ room,” I say in a posh accent. “You’re quite the dapper lady, Skylar Wood.” My lips tilt up in a smug smile when I practically hear her eyes roll.
“I need to take a piss,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “How’s that sound for a lady?”
“Don’t use that tone with me, Miss Wood,” I joke.
“Or what?” She arches a brow.
“Or I may have to stop the truck right here. I’m not beneath bending you over on the side of the highway and punishing you in front of God and the good state of Colorado.”
“Oh really?” she laughs, arching a brow. “What kind of punishment are we talking about?”
“Keep giving me attitude and you’ll find out.” I click my tongue, tossing her a cocky wink.
“No, I want to know what kind of punishment Everett Thompson enjoys,” she prods, tapping her pointer finger against her chin.
“Let’s just say it would involve my palm and your bare ass. You wouldn't be able to sit for days after I got done with you.” I bite my lip, trying like hell to keep from laughing.
“Is that supposed to scare me?” She quips. “You know you’re talking to a romance reader, right? The redder the ass, the better.” She snorts, clearly trying to push down her laughter too.
What kind of books is she reading?
“Alright, little lady,” I exhale, turning my wheel to the right as we veer off the side of the highway. “You asked for it.”
Her eyes widen in shock as she places her hands on top of mine, gripping the wheel.
“Everett, stop,” she shouts between uncontrolled giggles. “You.”Laugh. “Are.”Laugh.“Such.”Laugh. “An.”Laugh.“Asshole.”
All the tension from this morning has vanished, leaving only us. Two people in a world where time ceases to exist when we’re together.
I chuckle, reaching across the seat and pinching her soft hip. Her toned stomach shakes with breathless giggles.
“Stop your shit,” she curses. “I’m seriously about to piss my pants,” she huffs, using all her strength to steer us back onto the highway. Once I catch my breath, I bring my finger to the corner of my eye, wiping away a tear that escaped from laughing so hard.
“You know,” I smirk. “You’re pretty damn cute when you’re mad.”
“I assure you, it’s not going to be cute when I lose control of my bladder any second now. So stop playing around and get me to that damn gas station,” she clips.
“Yes, ma’am,” I salute, pressing my foot down on the pedal.
We arrive at the gas station less than a minute later. Skylar immediately jumps out of the truck and runs inside like her life depends on it. I shake my head, chuckling at how cute she is. While she’s inside, my eyes roam the snow-covered ground when the perfect idea pops into my mind.
I open the driver's door and slide out of the truck before walking to the edge of the pavement where the grass is covered in sheets of snow. Placing my hands on my hips, I chew on the inside of my cheek as I think out my plan. I bend over and gather a large heap of the freezing white powder in my hands, rolling it into the perfect snowball. I pack it together to make sure it won’t fall apart before hiding behind the truck to wait for Skylar.
Minutes later, my hands start to freeze as I hear her footsteps approach.
“What the hell?”She murmurs to herself. I purse my lips to stifle my laughter.
“Everett?” She shouts, noticing that I’m not in the driver's seat. My lips turn up in a grin when I hear her start to make her way around the truck.
As soon as I see her feet round the corner, I stand up and smirk, “I’msnowhappy to see you.” Her eyes widen when she sees the massive snowball resting in my palms.
“Everett…” She warns, “Donotthrow that at me.” She holds out a finger in warning as she walks back a few steps. However, actions speak louder than words, and the curve of her lips tells me that she wants to play. She just wants the upper hand.
Before I have time to blink, she darts towards the snow, frantically gathering up her own snowball. I decide that it would be a dick move to peg her while she’s looking away, so I huff out a breath of frigid air as she prepares her ammunition.
As soon as she stands up, it’s over. Her ocean eyes widen as she watches me lift my arm, preparing for the first throw.Game over.
“Times up, baby,” I smirk before launching my snowball straight for her chest. When she ducks to dodge the shot, the heap of snow lands smack in the middle of her face. Her mouth hangs wide open as white powder coats her nose, tiny frozen flakes falling from her neck, down to her chest. I bend over, bracing my hands on my knees as I erupt in laughter.
