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She answered by immediately grabbing another travel thermos and pouring his mug in it, then topping it off with the rest of the coffee in the pot. “I’m ready!” she said, handing it to him.
He chuckled and watched her sashay her way to the door. She was dressed in jeans that hugged her little curves, and some scuffed-up Red Wing boots with green and tan striped wool socks that peeked out the top. The tight black shirt emphasized her cleavage perfectly, and at the door, she pulled a burgundy beanie over her wavy hair. When she turned and flashed him a silver-eyed look, his heart did this weird flip-flop thing. This woman…this petite, submissive, fierce, intelligent, surprising woman…
He regretted not getting to know her better when they were younger.
He had missed out on time with her.
Chapter Eleven
Lucas was funny!
She shouldn’t be surprised, but back when she’d spent any time with him as a young man, he’d been going through a rough patch. Now?
She liked that he teased with her easily, and didn’t get his feelings hurt easily, and could somehow tell when she was joking.
“You know,” she said from the passenger’s seat of his truck. “Sometimes people have a hard time understanding my jokes.”
He took a left on a road she hadn’t even told him to turn on, and aaaaah, he did remember where Kong’s lumberyard was located. “That’s probably because you only spoke three words your entire childhood and they don’t know what’s happening when you make a joke.”
She snorted. “I said way more than three words. To myself. In the privacy of my own room while I talked to myself.”
He’d held a smile almost the whole way here.
“You smile a lot,” she blurted out.
“You didn’t speak and I didn’t smile, and look at us now, the blabbermouth and the clown.”
She laughed and gasped as a song she recognized came on the radio.
“Oh God,” he murmured. “You’re going to sing the whole thing, aren’t you?”
“Not with that attitude.” She held up a pretend microphone and sang the first line. “If it’s broke,” she sang dramatically and then put the microphone to his lips to test him.
He sighed heavily and said, “I will never sing a song like this—you don’t have to fix iiiiiit.”
“Aaaaaah!” she yelled excitedly. He did know the song!
“And if it cost too muuuuuuch…”
She put the microphone to his face again and he belted out, “Ain’t gotta buy them ticketssss.”
Then they burst out with the next eight solid lines together, dramatic hand-gestures involved and everything. When a call came through her phone over the speaker and silenced the song, they both booed.
It was her boss though, so she had to pick up. “I’m twenty minutes out.”
“I figured, but I have Sheila here and she’s pitchin’ a fit about an order. Says she only wants to deal with you.”
“Eek, can she wait twenty minutes?”
“Girl, what about pitching a fit sounds like she can wait twenty minutes?”
Jenna scrunched up her face. Kong had a point. Sheila was one of their big-order clients, and whooo, she could get feisty for a human. “Okay, patch me in to the office.”
“I don’t know how to use this thing,” Kong mumbled as the phone made a bunch of clicking noises. “Did that work?”
“You’re still talking to me,” Jenna said, trying to contain the smile in her voice. Lucas was over there avoiding eye contact with his fist over his mouth, smothering a smile as he drove.
Jenna closed her eyes tightly and swallowed a laugh as Kong went to cussing at the phone. He must’ve been out by the sawmill. That phone was a bit of a nightmare.
