Chapter 2
What the shit just happened?
One second, I’m trying to get our new boat in the water, and the next a little spitfire is behind the wheel of my truck, taking over. And doing a much better job than I was. Though, I was doing a horrible job, so maybe that’s not the best bar to measure by.
All I saw was a flash of jean cutoffs and red hair, and I was ready to do whatever she asked.
What can I say? I’m a simple man.
I look over at Jake, who’s still on the dock, staring at the omega who commandeered my truck. He’s stopped biting his thumbnail in favor of shading his eyes so he can see her better.
Maverick is still ankle deep in the water, attempting to give directions that look more like an interpretive dance.
Guidance that the omega clearly does not need.
She backs straight down, making it look effortless, and doesn’t bother pausing to tell Mav to move.
No, the little spitfire just keeps on truckin’, obviously assuming he’ll get outta her way.
He does, but nearly too late. I’d laugh at his awestruck expression if I was sure I didn’t have the same damn goofy look on my face.
The fiery redhead throws the truck in park and hops out, then makes a beeline for the front of the trailer. She gracefully hops up on the tongue and turns to Jake.
“Hey, handsome!”
Jake comically points at himself with a dumbstruck look. She laughs, and it’s not something light and delicate, but robust and unabashed.
“Yeah, you. C’mere.” She turns away, assuming Jake will follow her orders. She hops up into the boat, walks to the back, and gathers the rope tied to a cleat on the stern. “Catch!”
She tosses the rope to Jake who nearly fumbles it, but manages to recover quickly.
Then she’s in the captain's chair, leaning over the starboard side to toss him the front lead as well. When she’s sure he’s got them both, she lowers herself out of the boat back onto the trailer tongue.
She quickly flips the gear on the winch, then cranks the strap loose so she can unhook it from the eyelet on the bow.
I’ve never been known to have the best will power, so when she squats to get some leverage to wiggle the boat off the trailer some, my gaze zeros in on her tight ass. Godsdamn, would I love to bite that thing.
My gaze goes fuzzy as I start to think of all the other things I’d like to do to this woman, until I’m suddenly brought back to earth by a small hand patting my cheek a little harder than necessary.
“You’re welcome, city boy. I assume you can at least drive your truck forward in a straight line off the ramp?
” The omega is smirking at me, and all I can do is nod like an idiot.
She snorts a laugh, shaking her head as she walks off.
A loud horn honking kicks me into gear, and I jump in the driver’s seat once more.
Once I’ve pulled the trailer into a parking spot, I sit and stare at the emblem on the center of the steering wheel for a few moments.
That woman just made me look like a fool. And I loved it.