“Come on home, boys. The waters are clear.”
Bane and I both let out a sigh of relief. That’s code for there aren’t any undercover agents sniffing around.
Pistol Pete waves us through the gate, and I pull the rig into the lot, aiming for the back where we always park.
“Home sweet fucking home.” I sigh.
“No doubt.”
Bane grabs the ratty old Jansport from behind his seat and starts shoving all the shit he bought for Frankie at the truckstop inside.
I told ya’. The motherfucker’s pussy whipped.
Shaking my head, I grab my logbook off the dash and shove open the door.
The Florida heat hits me like a wall the second I step out onto the running board and drop down to the pavement.
After freezing my balls off in Saint Louis and then spending the last twelve hours breathing recycled air, the salty humid breeze feels pretty fucking good.
“How’d the run go?”
My eyes move to the open bay doors on the far end of the garage. I can hear the impact wrench whirring from inside and Lobo materializes a second later, wiping his hands on a shop rag.“Long,” I answer, pulling off my hat and dragging a hand through my hair before settling it back on my head.
He stuffs the rag in his back pocket, eyes moving between me and Bane as he hops down from the passenger side of the truck.
“Toolong,” Bane says.
Lobo’s laughing eyes cut to me. “He used to love hitting the road.”
“Now he’s stuck up Frankie’s ass.” I say, tossing him the keys to the Peterbilt.
Lobo catches them one-handed and grins.
“And it’s a fine ass.” Bane smirks before flicking two fingers at me in a lazy salute. “I’m out, bro.”
I hold up the logs. “I’m gonna run these inside, and then I’m right behind you.”
Without another word, he jogs off toward his bike on the other side of the lot.
“What do you want me to do about her?” Lobo asks, nodding at the rig still running.
“Have one of the boys bring her into the garage. She’s due for an oil change.”
“You got it.”
Patting Lobo on the back, I head for the office.
“There you are,” Amy says with a smile the second I push through the back door.
She’s got that look on her face. The one that tells me she’s been watching the clock since I left.
Fuck. That’s never a good sign.
I flash her a smile anyway because I’m not a complete asshole. “Here I am, darlin’.”
She bites her lip, and my dick twitches. He knows she’s a sure thing. Amy’s been in my rotation for a few months now.
I thought she knew the score. We fuck. That’s it. I’m not her man. But right now, with the way she’s looking at me, it’s clear as day that she’s caught feelings.
