Page 49 of Burning Skies
Once I’m done, I pet my horse. “Wish me luck.”
After I’ve moved him back in his stall and put my equipment away, I pull out my phone.
Me: Hey, princess. You feeling better today? This is Beau, by the way. Checking on you. As a friend ;)
Although it’s still early, she texts right back.
Honey: My ankle’s sore, but the ice helps. Thanks for carrying me home. <3
I can work with heart emojis.
Me: Hope I didn’t wake you.
Honey: I always get up early. I’m still on ranch time.
I smile, loving that she knows what it’s like to grow up on a ranch. Hers is worth millions of dollars, unlike ours, but still. It’s cool.
Me: You gonna be okay today? Do you need anything?
Honey: I should be good, but thanks for offering. Friend ;)
Her simple text shouldn’t make me grin like an idiot, but it does. She might call me her friend, but that doesn’t negate the fact I licked her tight little pussy until her toes curled and she screamed.
I force myself to put my phone away. After I grab a few things from the cabin, I head to town for the car wash. As I drive, I glance up at the sky. Thankfully, it’s a balmy seventy-five degrees.
When I get to the fire station, I park, change into my uniform, and head for the driveway where we’re setting up. Loving, Mel, Coop, and I are working the first shift.
“Morning.” I grab the buckets and join my co-workers.
“Lovely that we have to come in when we’re not working,” Mel grouses with a yawn.
Loving shrugs. “I don’t mind. I got three dates during the last car wash.”
Mel rolls her eyes. “That’s because the women line up in droves to eyeball you guys. And since this is a sausage fest, we don’t get many single men in these lines. Anyway, I have better things to do on my weekends.”
Has Melissa always been so negative? “But think of the new equipment we’ll be able to afford.” This might be a lowly car wash, but I like helping my town, and better equipment means we can do our jobs more efficiently.
When Coop joins us, he strips off his t-shirt. “We make more money if we show off the muscles.” He glances at me and Loving. “Don’t y’all want to beat second shift?”
“Hell yeah.” I strip off my tee and Loving does the same.
Mel shrugs. “I have a bikini on underneath this, but since no one’s paying me to shake my goodies, I’ll keep my shirt on.”
Loving frowns. “Does that mean you’d be okay with stripping?” I elbow him, and he rubs his arm. “What? I’m justconfused because she said she wants to get paid for the show, so I needed clarification.”
“No one needs clarification.” I hand him a bucket. “What we need is water.”
As is tradition, we wash the chief’s truck first, which gets the line going. We’re about two hours into our fundraiser when I bite back a groan.
Because Trig McAllister just pulled up.
I keep his truck in my peripheral vision in case he tries to do something stupid.
When it’s his turn, I set my jaw, prepared for the worst.
He doesn’t disappoint.
Like an asshole, Trig drives up so fast, he nearly hits me. I slap my hand on the hood of his truck and brace myself for impact. When he stops in time, I thank my lucky stars he has good brakes.
