Dodger jogged across the last lane and stopped beside her window and did this dance to the music she was playing.
Oh dear goodness, he could dance too. She laughed and turned up the music, and rolled down her window, doing a little shimmy with her hands above her head and singing to the music.
“Fuck it’s good to see you,” he murmured, leaning into her window. He kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
A car honked, and he waved at them, and then jogged out of the way to her passenger side door.
Elated with their little dance-off and kiss, she was all smiles when he climbed in her passenger side. He yelped as his shins hit the dash. “Who do you have riding in your car, woman? Garden Gnomes? Are your friends the smallest people in existence?” he asked as he stood outside and hit the button to back the chair up.
“My mother rode with me last night. And sometimes I take her dog to the park, but he is tiny and doesn’t need the seat backed up to the trunk like you apparently do.”
“Party night?” he asked as he settled back in.
“Yep, you know it.”
“Speaking of parents, your dad texted me.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry for whatever he said. He’s a little…protective.”
“Oh, he was perfectly nice.”
“Really?”
“No. He told me he was going to gut me and piss on my entrails.”
She pulled a grossed-out face. “He said it like that? He said the word entrails?”
“Yep.” He pointed up ahead. “There’s a gas station up there we can park at. I’ve got half an hour for lunch.”
She reached into the back seat and pulled up the bag and set it in his lap.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“I picked up lunch.”
His eyes softened. “You got food for me?”
“Well, yeah. Got to repay you for breakfast this morning, and…you know.” Her cheeks heated immediately.
“Have you been thinking about what we did?” he asked, a teasing note to his voice.
“Um yeah. It’s been a while for me, and I don’t ever remember it being like that.”
“I’ve been thinking about it all day too,” he admitted. “God, you felt so good and tight wrapped around me. I’ve been distracted all day.”
“Well, don’t get hurt. I command it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said through a charming-boy smile.
Destiny pulled out of her spot on the shoulder and in between two cars that were slowly drifting by the work crew. “Will they be okay without you?” she asked.
“Yeah, they know what they’re doing. I was in another crew before I left Coeur d’Alene, and if it was them, I’d say no way. I got put on this crew though when I came back here and it’s better. No new guys. My boss on this one is a little much sometimes, but I think that just comes with the territory. He doesn’t like having a werewolf on his crew, but he’s already settling in. Give me two more months and he’ll forget what I am.”
“Are you desensitizing them?” she guessed.
“Yep. The trick is working twice as hard as the humans. Then if you have a slip up and growl at someone or fight them, or fuck up, the managers keep you protected.”
“Have you ever had a fight on the job.”
