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was a whole lot to discuss anyway. He definitely knew his way around a woman's body. The way his tongue had…
"Jacie?"
"Uh…sorry. I didn't hear you."
"I asked you where you want to stop for the night. You know this road a lot better than I do."
"Yeah. Well, I usually spend the night in rest areas, but there are a few pull offs we can use. I know a few farmers on the way where we can stop and let the animals out," she said, glancing across the cab.
"We'll have to stop for dinner at some point."
"What about fast food? We should make whatever miles tonight we can."
"You're the boss."
She captured her bottom lip between her teeth. Never in her life had a male simply trusted her to make the decisions. There had always been the strong-handed type that wanted to tell her what to do all the time. Tucker's personality intrigued her. She’d always thought it took a really confident man to not feel threatened by a woman. The problem was, she’d yet to meet one—until now.
The rumble of the engine lulled her into a peaceful state of mind. This was the part of her job she loved. The endless miles from one side of the country to the other, seeing different landscapes every day, meeting new people, but still having the quiet time to think, dream, and plan her future.
Her CB crackled as a deep voice said, "Hey, baby girl. What's shakin’? Haven't seen you in awhile. Come back."
She chuckled and grabbed the microphone. "Hey, big daddy. Not much on this end. Some trouble in Littleton, but on the road now."
"You come into some money lately, baby. You got one hell of a trailer behind your rig."
"Not me, sugar. It's cargo."
"Must be some pricey freight."
"You could say so, yeah. PBR bull ridin' there."
"Bull?"
"Big old white thang." One look at Tucker and she almost burst out laughing. A small wrinkle creased the skin between his eyebrows as his eyes narrowed into irritated slits. What the hell is he getting so irritated about? I'm only kidding.
"He's a papered American Bucking Bull," Tucker added to the conversation.
"Somebody ridin' shotgun, babe?"
"Yeah. Big boy's owner."
"You let some dude in your cab?"
"No choice."
"Dayum! I never thought I'd see the day, Jacie Hawkins, when you would allow some man in your cab. I'll have to shake his hand."
"Stuff it, big daddy."
A roar of laughter echoed over the airwaves and she smiled.
"Back off the hammer, honey. You in a hurry?"
"Yeah. Gotta make Sin City in three days."
"Bear trap twenty miles ahead of you."
"Thanks."
"See ya on the flip."
"Ten-four."
"What the hell was that all about?" Tucker asked as she replaced the microphone on the metal clip.
"Nothin' why?"
"Were you even speaking English, because I don't think I understood a word of the whole conversation."
"Trucker talk," she replied with a shrug.
"I guess so."
"I'm sure you'll pick up on some of the slang since you'll be sitting up here with me for three days."
"Do I want to?"
"You might. Conversations go on all the time. We pass on information to each other." A quick check of her mirrors revealed only empty road behind her. "You heard him mention back off the hammer?"
"Yes."
"He meant slow down. There's a cop approximately twenty miles ahead."
Tucker shook his head and smiled. "You amaze me."
"Why?"
"All of this," he replied with a wave of his hand. "You take to it like a fish to water. A job some men wouldn't do and here you are, a very beautiful woman taking on something so opposite of who you are inside."
Anger made heat flush up her neck. She fastened her gaze on Tucker. "Don't think because we are traveling together that you suddenly know me inside out. You don't know me at all."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Easy, Jacie. It wasn't an insult. I'm fascinated," he replied, turning sideways in his seat. "Let me tell you what I think."
"Great," she snapped, returning her gaze to the windshield.
"I think you're hidin' behind this persona. You keep your hair up in a dirty
"Jacie?"
"Uh…sorry. I didn't hear you."
"I asked you where you want to stop for the night. You know this road a lot better than I do."
"Yeah. Well, I usually spend the night in rest areas, but there are a few pull offs we can use. I know a few farmers on the way where we can stop and let the animals out," she said, glancing across the cab.
"We'll have to stop for dinner at some point."
"What about fast food? We should make whatever miles tonight we can."
"You're the boss."
She captured her bottom lip between her teeth. Never in her life had a male simply trusted her to make the decisions. There had always been the strong-handed type that wanted to tell her what to do all the time. Tucker's personality intrigued her. She’d always thought it took a really confident man to not feel threatened by a woman. The problem was, she’d yet to meet one—until now.
The rumble of the engine lulled her into a peaceful state of mind. This was the part of her job she loved. The endless miles from one side of the country to the other, seeing different landscapes every day, meeting new people, but still having the quiet time to think, dream, and plan her future.
Her CB crackled as a deep voice said, "Hey, baby girl. What's shakin’? Haven't seen you in awhile. Come back."
She chuckled and grabbed the microphone. "Hey, big daddy. Not much on this end. Some trouble in Littleton, but on the road now."
"You come into some money lately, baby. You got one hell of a trailer behind your rig."
"Not me, sugar. It's cargo."
"Must be some pricey freight."
"You could say so, yeah. PBR bull ridin' there."
"Bull?"
"Big old white thang." One look at Tucker and she almost burst out laughing. A small wrinkle creased the skin between his eyebrows as his eyes narrowed into irritated slits. What the hell is he getting so irritated about? I'm only kidding.
"He's a papered American Bucking Bull," Tucker added to the conversation.
"Somebody ridin' shotgun, babe?"
"Yeah. Big boy's owner."
"You let some dude in your cab?"
"No choice."
"Dayum! I never thought I'd see the day, Jacie Hawkins, when you would allow some man in your cab. I'll have to shake his hand."
"Stuff it, big daddy."
A roar of laughter echoed over the airwaves and she smiled.
"Back off the hammer, honey. You in a hurry?"
"Yeah. Gotta make Sin City in three days."
"Bear trap twenty miles ahead of you."
"Thanks."
"See ya on the flip."
"Ten-four."
"What the hell was that all about?" Tucker asked as she replaced the microphone on the metal clip.
"Nothin' why?"
"Were you even speaking English, because I don't think I understood a word of the whole conversation."
"Trucker talk," she replied with a shrug.
"I guess so."
"I'm sure you'll pick up on some of the slang since you'll be sitting up here with me for three days."
"Do I want to?"
"You might. Conversations go on all the time. We pass on information to each other." A quick check of her mirrors revealed only empty road behind her. "You heard him mention back off the hammer?"
"Yes."
"He meant slow down. There's a cop approximately twenty miles ahead."
Tucker shook his head and smiled. "You amaze me."
"Why?"
"All of this," he replied with a wave of his hand. "You take to it like a fish to water. A job some men wouldn't do and here you are, a very beautiful woman taking on something so opposite of who you are inside."
Anger made heat flush up her neck. She fastened her gaze on Tucker. "Don't think because we are traveling together that you suddenly know me inside out. You don't know me at all."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Easy, Jacie. It wasn't an insult. I'm fascinated," he replied, turning sideways in his seat. "Let me tell you what I think."
"Great," she snapped, returning her gaze to the windshield.
"I think you're hidin' behind this persona. You keep your hair up in a dirty
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