He had a badass truck.Black on black Ram that had all thebells and whistles (even illuminated door sills that said Ram).
Normally I wouldn’t hesitate to wax poetic about illuminateddoor sills.
I was pretty sure Mo could live without knowing I dug hissills.
Silently he drove and silently I rode.
Silently he parked and silently I sat next to him while hedid.
Silently we got out and silently we walked to the storewhile I dug out the list from my purse.
Silently I grabbed a cart and silently he followed me as wewandered through the store.
I was silently perusing the selection of Asian noodles whenI heard, “Mo?”
It was hearing a woman calling his name that caught myattention.
It was feeling the wall of…somethingcoming from Mothat made me tense.
I looked up at him to see his jaw so set, I figured if Iwatched long enough, a crack would form under the pressure.
I then looked to where his eyes were aimed.
A very beautiful brunette was walking our way, pushing acart, trailed by a tall, built (but nowhere near as built as Mo), verygood-looking guy.
I assessed the guy and his expensive clothes that he woreeven when going to King Soopers on a Sunday.
Peacock.
Possibly small dick.
Definitely sports car.
Or at the very least a high-performance vehicle (probablyBMW).
Totally up his own ass.
I then assessed the woman.
I should have done her first.
She was staring at Mo like she didn’t care sex in public wasvery illegal because if he gave her a nod, she’d tear her off clothes and ridehim against the Asian food shelves.
My back shot straight.
Her gaze cut to me.
Her back shot straight.
Without a thought about what I was doing, I gave her mypatented, He’s Mine and I’m Ready to Rumble Look.
She shot back her, We’ll See, Bitch Look.
I wasthis closeto growling when her boyfriendspoke up.
“Who’s this, Tammy?”
Since I was ready to rumble, I couldn’t but cut a quickglance at the Peacock.
