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glance over at Carly’s panicked features told him something was wrong as she swerved toward him and he shot past their imminent collision.
Brakes? Steering?
“What the hell is it,” he expelled, and with only seconds left he hit the intersection and checked it both ways. “Clear!”
It was the bottom of the hill, and the road flattened and straightened for as far as he could see.
Carly’s car whizzed past him. She had to be doing seventy. Zeb gunned his engine and worked to get past her, then he whipped in front of her and he did a controlled slowing, until her bumper tapped his. It jolted him, but their speeds finally started slowing.
Just before a hairy curve in the rode, he got her stopped. Zeb threw the truck into park and pulled up the emergency brake before he flung out of the truck. Carly was sobbing with her face in the steering wheel as he slammed open her car door.
“Brakes!” she wailed, and he crouched and caught her as she pitched into his arms.
“No brakes,” he expelled, just making certain he’d got it right. She nodded as she bawled against his neck. “Fuck,” he cursed, dragging her tighter, feeling the adrenalin pump through him.
Maybe his quick and sure reactions were from being ex-military. It wasn’t long ago he’d been eating sand and making life-and-death decisions every hour. To say he was hyper-alert was an understatement.
“How did you know?” she sobbed.
“Ex-military thing,” he grumbled. “Come on, I’m taking you to the truck, baby.”
“’kay,” she whimpered into his neck; she was shaking and it took him a while to calm her down, while she sat in the passenger side of the truck. Two vehicles pulled past them, with the drivers slowing to ask if they needed help. One knew Carly, and Zeb asked them if they could call a tow truck.
“I’m going to push your car out of the way, baby. Sit tight,” he told her.
What he did first, though, was look under her car. The puddle he saw of pinkish liquid made him cuss.
Just then a tow truck showed up; quick in a small town. He let the guy talk to Carly, but as the tow truck driver was hooking Carly’s car up, Zeb said, “Don’t try to fix it. Just drop it and I’ll be by in the morning. I want to look it over.”
“Sure,” the tow truck driver said.
Zeb gave him his cell number and he went back to Carly, carrying her suitcases.
“You know they are going to wonder.” Carly sniffled. “About you and me being together. It’s a small town.”
Zeb grabbed her hand across the seat and lifted her knuckles to his lips to kiss. “The first words out of my mouth is, let them damn well wonder,” he said, but then he edited it. “But it’s your small town.”
“I don’t care if anyone knows,” she whispered. “But I know you want to wait.”
“It’s best,” he said against her knuckles, and he was thinking it was becoming vitally important.
“I’ll pass a rumor around that you are a new WTSF badass. That should hold everyone’s tongue, but get ladies flocking to you to introduce you to their assets.”
Zeb chuckled, at a not-appropriate chuckling moment, but she was too cute. Then he sobered ... he’d nearly lost her. That was not happening again. “I’ve got the best assets right here, and what is a WTSF badass?”
Her gaze grew heated with his comment on her voluptuous assets, as she said, “All the men at WTSF are badasses. It’s known around.”
“I might fit in,” he muttered. “Right now, we’ll take your things to my motel room.”
“I like that I don’t have to ask to stay with you,” she murmured. “You saved my life, Zeb.”
“That’s in my job description from now on, sweetness.”
EIGHT] Done For The Wrong Reasons
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T hey didn’t make it to the motel because Carly got a call from her boss. Then Zeb had to tell her—
“Tula is in that beauty contest, Carly. I followed her into town because she’s following the beauty contest
Brakes? Steering?
“What the hell is it,” he expelled, and with only seconds left he hit the intersection and checked it both ways. “Clear!”
It was the bottom of the hill, and the road flattened and straightened for as far as he could see.
Carly’s car whizzed past him. She had to be doing seventy. Zeb gunned his engine and worked to get past her, then he whipped in front of her and he did a controlled slowing, until her bumper tapped his. It jolted him, but their speeds finally started slowing.
Just before a hairy curve in the rode, he got her stopped. Zeb threw the truck into park and pulled up the emergency brake before he flung out of the truck. Carly was sobbing with her face in the steering wheel as he slammed open her car door.
“Brakes!” she wailed, and he crouched and caught her as she pitched into his arms.
“No brakes,” he expelled, just making certain he’d got it right. She nodded as she bawled against his neck. “Fuck,” he cursed, dragging her tighter, feeling the adrenalin pump through him.
Maybe his quick and sure reactions were from being ex-military. It wasn’t long ago he’d been eating sand and making life-and-death decisions every hour. To say he was hyper-alert was an understatement.
“How did you know?” she sobbed.
“Ex-military thing,” he grumbled. “Come on, I’m taking you to the truck, baby.”
“’kay,” she whimpered into his neck; she was shaking and it took him a while to calm her down, while she sat in the passenger side of the truck. Two vehicles pulled past them, with the drivers slowing to ask if they needed help. One knew Carly, and Zeb asked them if they could call a tow truck.
“I’m going to push your car out of the way, baby. Sit tight,” he told her.
What he did first, though, was look under her car. The puddle he saw of pinkish liquid made him cuss.
Just then a tow truck showed up; quick in a small town. He let the guy talk to Carly, but as the tow truck driver was hooking Carly’s car up, Zeb said, “Don’t try to fix it. Just drop it and I’ll be by in the morning. I want to look it over.”
“Sure,” the tow truck driver said.
Zeb gave him his cell number and he went back to Carly, carrying her suitcases.
“You know they are going to wonder.” Carly sniffled. “About you and me being together. It’s a small town.”
Zeb grabbed her hand across the seat and lifted her knuckles to his lips to kiss. “The first words out of my mouth is, let them damn well wonder,” he said, but then he edited it. “But it’s your small town.”
“I don’t care if anyone knows,” she whispered. “But I know you want to wait.”
“It’s best,” he said against her knuckles, and he was thinking it was becoming vitally important.
“I’ll pass a rumor around that you are a new WTSF badass. That should hold everyone’s tongue, but get ladies flocking to you to introduce you to their assets.”
Zeb chuckled, at a not-appropriate chuckling moment, but she was too cute. Then he sobered ... he’d nearly lost her. That was not happening again. “I’ve got the best assets right here, and what is a WTSF badass?”
Her gaze grew heated with his comment on her voluptuous assets, as she said, “All the men at WTSF are badasses. It’s known around.”
“I might fit in,” he muttered. “Right now, we’ll take your things to my motel room.”
“I like that I don’t have to ask to stay with you,” she murmured. “You saved my life, Zeb.”
“That’s in my job description from now on, sweetness.”
EIGHT] Done For The Wrong Reasons
––––––––
T hey didn’t make it to the motel because Carly got a call from her boss. Then Zeb had to tell her—
“Tula is in that beauty contest, Carly. I followed her into town because she’s following the beauty contest
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