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I look at her quickly. “Porn?”
She rolls her eyes before looking out the passenger window. “Never mind, look all you want. There’s nothing to find.”
That’s better.
Grinning, I reach over the groceries to lay my hand on her thigh. Her pantyhose feels soft beneath my palm. I give a gentle squeeze. “Why did you get fired?”
Lara shrugs, heaving a deep sigh. “The owner is a sleazebag. He wanted sex, I find him repulsive, the rest is history,” she says like it’s nothing.
The truck jolts slightly.
“He fired you because you wouldn’t fuck him?” I seethe.
Turning away from the passenger window, Lara faces me with a frown. “It’s not a big deal. I’m not the first.”
“Lowe’s restaurant in town, right?”
Lara nods.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Michael—” She starts, but I cut her off.
“I’ll take care of it,” I repeat.
And I’m not waiting until next Halloween.Motherfucker picked the wrong woman.
Lara’s hand lands on mine, in thanks or to calm me, I don’t know, but either way, I let her warmth encasing my hand sink in.
No panic, no pain.This woman really is something else.
“Think your mom will like the flowers?” she asks, changing the subject.
I glance at her briefly, not wanting to take my eyes off Ellis Road for too long. Truckers and people passing through use this road to make up time or to avoid a traffic control issue, so they dip off the I-90 and join back on a few towns over.
Great for Duke and other businesses in town but not so good for community safety. They drive like Kaleb . . . a fucking menace.
Turning onto my family’s land, I drive past the damaged tree on the edge of the property.He’s not the only menace.
“She’ll love them. What mother doesn’t love one of her babies getting her flowers?” I wink.
“Not funny.” Lara frowns.
“I’m not teasing. That woman is going to enjoy having another daughter.”
She likes the idea. Lara’s eyes are pleading as they search my face for an ounce of a lie. Finding none, my girl smiles.
“I’ve only met her once! This is the first time I’llbe meeting her as your . . .” She stumbles, unsure what to call us.
Something that needs clearing up now.
“My wife.”
I hold up my finger when she opens her mouth to argue.
“My wife,” I repeat. “Say it.”
My stubborn princess shakes her head. “We’re not married.”
