Hobbies, what hobbies did I have? Not many, that’s for sure.
“Riding my motorcycle.” Briefly an image of her sitting behind me on the bike flashed through my head, but I immediately pushed it out as soon as it came in. In just twenty-four hours, this woman was making me think crazy things, like enjoying my time with her. Obscene.
Chapter Six
Livia
He rides motorcycles, too. I guess with this bad boy sexy thing he had going on, I should have seen that coming. Thoughts of Killian sitting on a motorcycle—with no helmet, because men like him didn’t wear helmets—driving around, with his hair blowing back out of his face, hit me. It was a nice thought.
“Nice.” Whether I was commenting on the image in my head or just to his answer, I couldn’t honestly say.
“How long you been drawing?” He nodded towards the book in my hands.
“Since I was little. I stopped for a while, my ex didn’t like the noise of the pencil against the paper, and I can get quite messy when I do it.” I looked at my hands; parts of them were covered in black and gray. Lane really did hate that. If he saw me right now he would have asked me nicely to go wash up so he could kiss me without getting himself dirty. I heard Killian scoff at that, which made me feel pretty good.
“Ever been with someone and you don’t even remember how or why it happened? Just that it did and that was what it was?” I asked him in earnest, but he just raised his eyebrow at me.
“No.” My heart sank a little at his denial. I feel like that’s what Lane and I had. I don’t even truly think I loved him. We just met at a club, and then suddenly we were dating and moving in together. There was no swept-off-my-feet experiences. It just happened, and I went with it. Looking back on it now, that was stupid. My brother always used to tell me how stupid I was for settling. Thoughts of my brother made me start to turn back towards my sad mood from earlier, which was not a good thing. I gave myself an internal shake and forced myself back to the moment.
“Ask me a question, please.” It was a demand and a plea. I needed something to take my mind off where my head was going.
“Ever been to California?” It was a simple question, and just what I needed.
“Nope. Never.” I’d always wanted to, though. It sounded like a fun place.
“How many times have you been?” I bet he’d been a lot of times.
“A lot. Gotta friend there.” No elaboration there, but I couldn’t expect too much. Killian was still not a man of many words. He was mostly a caveman with a commercial vehicle license.
“That’s awesome!” He successfully helped me move on to happier thoughts. Killian must have had enough talking with me, because he was content to be silent again and listen to the radio. I was good with that. My sketch was coming along nicely, and I went back to fully focusing on it.
We drove for another four hours before he pulled us off the highway to stretch, eat chicken wraps, and use the restroom. So far, I had been good with the no peeing a lot thing, but I wondered how long that would last. After eating, and using the restroom, I decided to stretch with Killian. He didn’t say anything as I joined him on the pavement. I did yoga every Saturday so I knew the poses he was doing. We stretched in silence, and then climbed back in, ready to go.
“So what happens if I have to pee before we stop?” I looked around the sleeper, and didn’t see a little potty or anything. Just the mini-fridge, a small microwave, a storage area for clothes and stuff, the flat screen TV on the cab wall, and the bunks.
“Pee in a jug, or in the dirt.” My eyes flew to his face, hoping to see this was the first joke he was telling me.
“Seriously?” Please, please be a joke.
“Yup.”
“You want me to pee in a jug? Like, while you’re driving?” My eyes were as wide as they could go. I didn’t think so, I would die of embarrassment.
“Dirt, I’ll choose dirt. No jugs.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. Meanwhile my cheeks were tomato red from blushing. This was one of those moments of I’m sure many I was shaking my head at myself for doing this.
“Care if I read for a bit in the back?” I asked, not wanting to leave him hanging by himself. Then he grunted, and I remembered that he was alone all the time, when crazy women weren’t throwing money at him to ride in his rig. Silly me. I climbed out of my seat and grabbed my e-reader.
My top bunk was waiting for me with the blanket he gave me, and I snuggled in. The vibrations and rumbling of the truck soothed me while I read.
“Stopping for food.” Killian’s grumble startled me awake. I looked around and noticed it was dark out. I had fallen asleep quickly after lying down to read. Killian had jumped out of the truck and hadn’t waited for me, no surprise there. Jumping down from my bunk, I threw on some shoes and a light jacket before getting out of the truck myself.
“Shoot.” Forgot my wallet. I opened the door again and leaned into the truck to grab my bag.
“How much for the hour?” a deep male voice spoke behind me. Spinning so quickly I got a head rush, I looked at the overweight man behind me. Flannel jacket, jeans, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. Gross. His brown hair was overgrown, and his beard needed a trim. Then I saw his eyes. Ew.
“Excuse me?” I held my wallet close, and was backed up against the truck. Man, I wish I had a baseball bat or something to defend myself. I looked around for Killian but didn’t see him.
“How much for the hour, lot lizard?” Lot lizard? What the hell was that?
