33
Donatella
Donna looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She was dressed from head to toe in camouflage. “Linc, why do you have me dressed like I’m going to war?”
Lincoln laughed and walked out of his walk-in closet with another bag. Apparently, he’d been shopping his ass off for her so-called surprise date. He sat the bag on the bed and pulled out a bright orange vest. “You’d never go to war in this, beautiful.”
“Well, am I going to be directing traffic? Is there a whistle and white gloves in there too?”
He narrowed his eyes and tossed her the vest. “Put it on, smart ass. I’m going to pack the truck. We’re leaving in five.”
Leaving in five must have been his thing. As she watched him leave the bedroom, she noted just how sexy he was in fatigues. The man was tall, full-bodied, gorgeous, and a perfect lay. A real giver. She couldn’t believe her luck. Whether theirthingsurvived the distance and the time apart or not, Donna’s plan was to enjoy the ride until it ended.
“Come on, girl!” Lincoln shouted from the hall.
Donna grabbed the vest and frowned at the moose on her way out of the bedroom. When she got to the garage, Lincoln was holding the passenger door of his Dodge Ram open for her. She laughed as she walked around the car to get to the truck.
“What?”
“You look like one of those 2ndAmendment nuts with the beard, the fatigues, and the pickup.”
He pressed his hand in the small of her back and provided support as she climbed into the big truck. Once she was tucked comfortably in her seat, she reached for her seatbelt. He closed her door and walked around the truck and climbed in the driver’s seat.
“Babe?”
“Hmm?” she asked, looking over at him.
“Iamone of those 2nd Amendment freaks.”
“I can live with that. But I need to know who you voted for in this last presidential election. Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to ask, but in these times, I have to.”
Lincoln chuckled. “I understand. Well, I will tell you this… I am a registered Republican, but I couldn’t vote for the current administration.”
“Whew! I thought this was gonna be the shortest relationship in history.”
He laughed while backing out of the garage. “So, the Republican thing doesn’t bother you?”
“Naw. Anyway, how do you know I’m not a Republican?” she asked in an accusatory manner.
“I don’t know. I just assumed because most Republicans are what you referred to as 2ndAmendment freaks.”
“Oh, okay. Well, no, the Republican thing doesn’t bother me. And I’m a believer in the 2ndAmendment, but I can guarantee you that the right to bear assault rifles and automatic weapons was not what the forefathers were protecting.”
“Agreed.”
Donna blinked over at him, shocked by his concurrence. “Really?”
“Yeah. Why are you so shocked?”
“Don’t you have an AR-15 and an M16?”
“Much more than that,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But I’m a soldier. Those weapons were meant for me, not Grover the hillbilly, Kyle the skinhead, or Wee-Bey the banger.”
Donna's eyelids stretched at the stereotypical hood name. “Excuse me? Wee-Bey?”
To be honest, she didn’t give a damn about him stereotypically branding white people, but she wasn’t feeling the Wee-Bey shit.
“Calm your little self down,” he said through soft laughter. “I got that from The Wire.”
