His brows lifted. “If you ask me, we’re doing him a favor. We’re probably saving someone’s life by keeping this prick from drinking and driving.”
I couldn’t argue with him there, but I was going to try. I just needed a minute to think of something.
“Look, you can stand here and freeze all you want, but I’m stealing this truck, and I’m getting the fuck out of here because I’m tired and cold as shit. Are you coming with me, or is this where I leave you?” He gave me a moment to think it over, but he knew my answer without me even having to say it.
He opened the door and nodded with his head for me to climb inside, so I did.
I climbed in through the driver’s door and slid across the bench seat to the passenger side. He slid in behind me and closed the door quietly. Using the knife he had in his hand, he pried off a piece of plastic that covered the steering column. He cut through some wires, stripped them, and started tappingthem together. The truck rolled over as he pumped the gas, and within a couple of minutes of stumbling upon it, we were driving it down the road.
I crossed my arms over my chest as the wind whipped through the cab of the truck from the open back window.
“Close that window, will you? I’m freezing my ass off,” he said as we were barreling down the country road.
I twisted to close the window, but the middle section was completely gone. “I-I can’t. I think it’s broken.”
He growled. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He had one hand on the wheel as he twisted his upper body to see for himself.
That’s when a goat stuck its head through the open window and made a god-awful noise that scared the shit out of both of us.
I screamed, Oliver screamed, and then cursed before he jerked the wheel. The truck bounced around, throwing me to the floor since I hadn’t buckled my seatbelt, and the truck came to a sudden stop.
“What the hell was that?” I asked as I crawled out of the floorboard, feeling more bruised than before.
“Who keeps a fucking goat in the bed of their truck?” he asked, hitting the steering wheel.
I moved back to the seat and looked out of the windshield, finding grass in front of us with the road to our left. “You have an awful driving record. And you said you steal cars for a living?”
“Don’t start with me. This is all your fault. If you had just forgiven your cheating ass boyfriend as you’ve probably done a hundred times before, I never would have been run off the road earlier today, and I’d be sleeping in a warm hotel room using my million dollars as a pillow right now.”
“Screw you! I never forgave him for cheating on me. This was the first time I caught him,” I argued back.
“Yeah, I bet it was.” He rolled his eyes, grumbling.
“This is stupid,” I said. “Just get us out of this ditch and back on the road so we can get a room for the night. I don’t want to spend any more time with you than I have to.”
“Ditto!” he threw back, shifting into drive. He stepped on the gas, and the motor revved, but the tires spun. We were stuck in the muddy field.
“Great. Just fucking great.” He let his head fall forward. “Women and fucking goats. Who knew what a shit combo they were.”
Chapter 4
Oliver
Iwas so pissed off that I couldn’t even think straight. I shifted from drive to reverse and stomped on the gas each time. The truck moved a few inches here or a few inches there, but it seemed like we were just digging ourselves deeper. I didn’t know how long we’d been stuck. I was lost in my own thoughts, mentally cursing and having a fit because it’s the only thing I could do. When I heard the door open, I turned to find Crash climbing out.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I called out.
She had just stepped out of the truck, but she stopped whatever she was planning to look at me. Her big, blue fucking eyes sent a sharp jolt through my chest.
Fucking hell, this woman…
“The ride was a little rough, and we haven’t heard a peep from that goat since. I want to make sure it’s OK. You could have slung it out of the truck, or if it was tied up, you could have broken its neck. I’m worried.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I gaped at her in amazement. “We’re stuck in some mud with bald ass tires in a stolen truck, and you’re worried about the damn goat who put us here?”
She waved me on. “He matters too. Just get us out of here. Don’t worry about what I’m doing.”
