Huck
Wednesdayafternoon, Daisy and I were driving back over the bridge from Vancouver to hercondo. Gina had managed to get me in for an MRI that morning and we’d stoppedfor lunch at a little place by the water before heading back home.
I linked myfingers with hers as we drove and smiled. “Thanks for leaving the love bubbleto come with me.”
She glancedaround the cab of my truck. “Someone had to watch your six.”
I laughed.“Didn’t realize you did a tour in the marines, baby.”
Daisy wrinkledher nose. “Don’t joke. This is serious.”
“Daisy, no oneknows I’m here. Nothing is going to happen.”
She let out thecutest little huff and rolled her eyes. “I’ll worry enough for the both of usand ensure nothing does.”
I lifted herhand to my lips and kissed her palm. “Okay, beautiful, you do that. We’ll gethome and I’ll make sure you relax again.”
She blushed.“You better.”
I grinned. Iloved how she still blushed despite the fact I’d seen every inch of her body,not to mention, tasted it.
“Did the womansay how long it’ll take to get your results back?”
“She was sendingthem over to Gina within the hour, so I should have a message in my chart bythe end of the day. Gina said she’d call as well as soon as she sees theimages.”
“I hope it’sfast.”
“Me too.”
Daisy’s phonepealed, muted by her purse, so she fished it out, then answered it. “Hey, bestie.Oh?” She glanced at me, then back at the road. “It’s Church, though.”
I frowned. Ididn’t know Teagan was religious.
“Um, I’ll askHuck. That actually sounds fun. Okay. Sure. Bye.”
I turned to herwhen I pulled up to a red light. “Not a big organized religion kind of guy,babe.”
“Huh?”
“You saidsomething about church.”
“Oh.” Shechuckled. “Right, sorry, let me explain. It’s Wednesday, so that means‘church,’ which is the weekly club meeting for officers. I guess they’vedecided to turn it into an impromptu party. Feel like hanging out witheveryone? The dads and kids, anyway. Since it’s a holiday weekend, our moms wentout tonight. I guess they all took tomorrow and Friday off to start the partyearly.”
“You’re good toleave the bubble?”
“Nothing saferthan the compound,” she pointed out.
“You’ve got apoint.” I smiled. “Sure, that sounds fun. We’ll stop at the Freddie’s by thecondo.”
“No, the club’sstocked.”
“My mom willskin me alive if she finds out I go to a party empty-handed, Daisy.”
“I won’t tell ifyou don’t.”
“Aren’t youbeing just a skosh paranoid?”
“Skosh?” shebreathed out.
