Page 65 of After We Fall (After We Fall 2)
“What?” I said indignantly. “OK fine, but if I have done it, you have to.”
“Fine with me,” he said.
“OK, then. Go.”
“Changed a flat tire.”
“Oh, come on!” I scoffed. “Start with an easier one. Who does that for herself?”
“Plenty of people. You should learn how. You’ve got that old car, what are you going to do if you get a flat tire?”
“Call triple A.”
“What if you don’t have a phone?”
I sighed.
“One piece of clothing.” He said it like a warning.
“Fine.” I tugged off one boot. “Next.”
“Pumped your own gas.”
“Ha! I’ve totally done that.” I pointed at him. “Take something off.”
He grinned. “Take the wheel.”
I did, and he whipped off his t-shirt. My mouth watered. Even in the shadowy dark of the truck’s cab, I could see the bulges in his arms, the lines on his stomach.
He grabbed the wheel again. “Waited tables.”
“Oh, Jesus.” I took off the other boot. “I didn’t have summer jobs. We traveled abroad.”
Jack thought that was hilarious. “OK, OK. An easier one. Plunged a toilet.”
Off came one sock.
“Mowed a lawn.”
Off came the other.
“Smoked a joint.”
There went my t-shirt.
“Slept in a tent.”
I shimmied out of my jeans.
He was smiling. “This is fucking fun as hell.”
“I hope we don’t get pulled over,” I said, crossing my arms.
“I might pull over anyway.”
My bare toes tingled.
“Been in a fight.”
