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lot. This spot must have been pretty common for fellow truckers. He pulled the parking break and we sat, the bodies filtering in and out of the building before us.
“This is it,” he said, smiling a little before facing me. We’d shared few words up until this point and part of me figured that had been due to really not knowing what to say. As far as myself, I had no idea what to make of him asking me here or it if meant anything for me to wonder about at all.
I placed my hands in my lap. “Yeah, it’s real cool.”
“Yeah?” His eyes showed genuine interest before facing ahead. He tipped his chin in the general direction. “You wanna go in?”
I did, but an awareness of a problem I had suddenly flashed itself before me as I eyed cut off shorts and cute tops. I gazed down at my revealing blouse and leather skirt. What if he wouldn’t want to be seen with me? I didn’t necessarily look like the type of company he’d keep.
“What’s wrong?”
I touched my shirt. “I don’t know about my clothes. I want to dance, but I…”
I didn’t want to say it, but I looked like a whore. Before that had been planned, but that wasn’t okay now. I didn’t want him to have to be seen with me like this.
His gaze appraised me, and coming back up to my face, his eyes softened. I think he got it that I felt uncomfortable. He put his arm around the back of my chair. “I’ll see what I got,” he said.
I watched him go to the back and out of one of his cubbyholes he retrieved a plaid shirt, a button down with long sleeves. He held it up. “It’s not much but…”
By this time, I had come over and the gift more than warmed my heart. I slid it out of his hands. “Thank you. This will be perfect.” He was quite bigger than me, but I could more than make do.
This seemed to please him. He left the rig so I could change. I tucked away my purse tightly inside, not wanting it to get in the way of dancing, but did take all the money out and carried it with me. I came out and had fashioned Brody’s shirt into a form fitting top I tied at my waist. The sleeves I ended up strategically bunching and I had to say, it looked all right. Brody’s lashes flashed when he turned and it seemed I might have been correct on that.
“You make it look way better than I do,” he said, but as soon as he did, his gaze traveled away. I noticed he was being rather cautious. Perhaps, because he was confused like I was about what this evening meant.
He gestured toward the building and I flanked him, telling him thank you for the compliment as the rocks crunched under our shoes. He didn’t have to ease into saying something nice to me. I more than liked it and I think acknowledging that made him feel better about what he said. He smiled, easing up, and got us both into the line of the bar. The place was more than packed, and in all honesty, I wondered if there’d be room for us to make our way in. A buzz hummed over the crowd and I knew they were just as antsy as I was to get inside. That rebel beat was charging the air the closer we made our way to the front, and the excitement inside me grew. It had been so long since I could just dance and have fun. I was more than ready.
“I think you really will like this place,” Brody told me, his hands in his pockets as he took another step forward. With his height, he made an excellent driving force through the cluster of folks outside the door. They seemed to part for him.
I played with my fingers. “Is there a deejay or a sound system—”
The words left as an altercation broke out directly ahead of us between two guys who’d clearly been pre-gaming on the drinks before coming here. A large one shoved the other and that’s when Brody stepped in, raising his hand. “Guys, cool it,” he said, but they didn’t listen. Soon the shoves turned into hits and the already buzzing crowd rumbled in response. They clustered in on them for a piece of the action and I was shoved from
“This is it,” he said, smiling a little before facing me. We’d shared few words up until this point and part of me figured that had been due to really not knowing what to say. As far as myself, I had no idea what to make of him asking me here or it if meant anything for me to wonder about at all.
I placed my hands in my lap. “Yeah, it’s real cool.”
“Yeah?” His eyes showed genuine interest before facing ahead. He tipped his chin in the general direction. “You wanna go in?”
I did, but an awareness of a problem I had suddenly flashed itself before me as I eyed cut off shorts and cute tops. I gazed down at my revealing blouse and leather skirt. What if he wouldn’t want to be seen with me? I didn’t necessarily look like the type of company he’d keep.
“What’s wrong?”
I touched my shirt. “I don’t know about my clothes. I want to dance, but I…”
I didn’t want to say it, but I looked like a whore. Before that had been planned, but that wasn’t okay now. I didn’t want him to have to be seen with me like this.
His gaze appraised me, and coming back up to my face, his eyes softened. I think he got it that I felt uncomfortable. He put his arm around the back of my chair. “I’ll see what I got,” he said.
I watched him go to the back and out of one of his cubbyholes he retrieved a plaid shirt, a button down with long sleeves. He held it up. “It’s not much but…”
By this time, I had come over and the gift more than warmed my heart. I slid it out of his hands. “Thank you. This will be perfect.” He was quite bigger than me, but I could more than make do.
This seemed to please him. He left the rig so I could change. I tucked away my purse tightly inside, not wanting it to get in the way of dancing, but did take all the money out and carried it with me. I came out and had fashioned Brody’s shirt into a form fitting top I tied at my waist. The sleeves I ended up strategically bunching and I had to say, it looked all right. Brody’s lashes flashed when he turned and it seemed I might have been correct on that.
“You make it look way better than I do,” he said, but as soon as he did, his gaze traveled away. I noticed he was being rather cautious. Perhaps, because he was confused like I was about what this evening meant.
He gestured toward the building and I flanked him, telling him thank you for the compliment as the rocks crunched under our shoes. He didn’t have to ease into saying something nice to me. I more than liked it and I think acknowledging that made him feel better about what he said. He smiled, easing up, and got us both into the line of the bar. The place was more than packed, and in all honesty, I wondered if there’d be room for us to make our way in. A buzz hummed over the crowd and I knew they were just as antsy as I was to get inside. That rebel beat was charging the air the closer we made our way to the front, and the excitement inside me grew. It had been so long since I could just dance and have fun. I was more than ready.
“I think you really will like this place,” Brody told me, his hands in his pockets as he took another step forward. With his height, he made an excellent driving force through the cluster of folks outside the door. They seemed to part for him.
I played with my fingers. “Is there a deejay or a sound system—”
The words left as an altercation broke out directly ahead of us between two guys who’d clearly been pre-gaming on the drinks before coming here. A large one shoved the other and that’s when Brody stepped in, raising his hand. “Guys, cool it,” he said, but they didn’t listen. Soon the shoves turned into hits and the already buzzing crowd rumbled in response. They clustered in on them for a piece of the action and I was shoved from
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