normal.
Rodie’d fully expected him to have hired a driver. Instead, he and Finn were squeezing as much of the gear into the back of the SUV as they could fit. Morgan was the tallest, so he had the job tying more bags to a rack on the roof. There was a lot of typical guy talk, cussing and teasing, but they got everyone’s stuff loaded and tied down in a matter of minutes.
Rodie grabbed a seat in the middle, while Kiera and Lizzie sat in the back. Mac stuck his head through the open window on the driver’s side.
“Okay, ladies. Any last potty stops? I plan to drive straight through until we hit the rest stop north of Sacramento on I-5.”
Kiera snorted. “You notice he only asks the women?”
“I saw that.” Lizzie shrugged. “And so it begins ...”
Laughing, Mac took his seat behind the wheel. “Don’t come whimpering to me when you want to stop and there’s nothing but a dry bush and no TP.”
Rodie rolled her eyes. “He only says that because the guys can pee on the hubcaps. They don’t need a bush.”
“Or the TP,” Kiera added. “We’re fine. Let’s go.”
Cameron snagged shotgun, claiming he’d puke if he sat in back. Finn crawled into the rear seat and took a spot between Kiera and Lizzie. Mac raised one eyebrow and then laughed. “Starting in on the women already, Finn? Have you thought of trying a more subtle approach?”
Finn put an arm around Kiera’s and Lizzie’s shoulders. “Hell, Mac. You already blew my cover. It’s too late for subtlety.”
Kiera leaned around him and whispered, “I doubt he’d know subtle if it bit him in that tight little ass of his.”
Lizzie laughed. Finn’s eyes lit up. “You like my ass? Mac, Kiera likes my ass. See? It’s working.”
Kiera rolled her eyes. Rodie snorted, but the teasing definitely seemed to take the edge off. She glanced out the window and almost swallowed her tongue. Morgan had moved around to her side of the car to check something on the roof rack. His arms were stretched over his head and his T-shirt had come untucked, baring a perfect set of taut abs with a darkly inviting happy trail disappearing below his belt line.
The first thought that entered her head was rolling down the window and licking her way along that enticing dark path. Thank goodness the windows were electric and Mac hadn’t turned on the ignition—yet. Holy crap. Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the window and stared straight ahead.
Rodie had no idea what it was about Morgan, but as far as she was concerned, he absolutely radiated sensual appeal. He was pure eye candy to look at, but she really liked his attitude. He came across as pure bad boy—all mouth and swagger—but she was sure there was more substance underneath.
By the time he finished checking the ties on top she was practically humming with arousal. When he got in, Rodie scooted to the right and Morgan took the empty seat to her left, close to the window. Her first thought was that she wanted to lean close and just inhale.
Not good. Not good at all.
As soon as the doors were all shut, Mac started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. It was barely seven. Rodie leaned back and planted her feet on the console between Mac and Cameron.
Any nervousness she’d felt earlier about taking this leap along with Mac Dugan and his merry band of oddballs had totally disappeared. In fact, this was the most relaxed she’d felt in weeks, and the thought flittered through her mind that the laid-back atmosphere might help her shed some of her baggage over the assault and the ex-boyfriend.
Wouldn’t that be nice? Right. Sighing, she settled back for the ride as Mac expertly maneuvered through the heavy rush hour Bay Area traffic. It took them almost three hours to cover the distance between San Jose and Sacramento, where they headed north on Interstate 5 for the long haul to the exit that would take them into the mountains.
They all talked non-stop the entire way. Normally, Rodie
Rodie’d fully expected him to have hired a driver. Instead, he and Finn were squeezing as much of the gear into the back of the SUV as they could fit. Morgan was the tallest, so he had the job tying more bags to a rack on the roof. There was a lot of typical guy talk, cussing and teasing, but they got everyone’s stuff loaded and tied down in a matter of minutes.
Rodie grabbed a seat in the middle, while Kiera and Lizzie sat in the back. Mac stuck his head through the open window on the driver’s side.
“Okay, ladies. Any last potty stops? I plan to drive straight through until we hit the rest stop north of Sacramento on I-5.”
Kiera snorted. “You notice he only asks the women?”
“I saw that.” Lizzie shrugged. “And so it begins ...”
Laughing, Mac took his seat behind the wheel. “Don’t come whimpering to me when you want to stop and there’s nothing but a dry bush and no TP.”
Rodie rolled her eyes. “He only says that because the guys can pee on the hubcaps. They don’t need a bush.”
“Or the TP,” Kiera added. “We’re fine. Let’s go.”
Cameron snagged shotgun, claiming he’d puke if he sat in back. Finn crawled into the rear seat and took a spot between Kiera and Lizzie. Mac raised one eyebrow and then laughed. “Starting in on the women already, Finn? Have you thought of trying a more subtle approach?”
Finn put an arm around Kiera’s and Lizzie’s shoulders. “Hell, Mac. You already blew my cover. It’s too late for subtlety.”
Kiera leaned around him and whispered, “I doubt he’d know subtle if it bit him in that tight little ass of his.”
Lizzie laughed. Finn’s eyes lit up. “You like my ass? Mac, Kiera likes my ass. See? It’s working.”
Kiera rolled her eyes. Rodie snorted, but the teasing definitely seemed to take the edge off. She glanced out the window and almost swallowed her tongue. Morgan had moved around to her side of the car to check something on the roof rack. His arms were stretched over his head and his T-shirt had come untucked, baring a perfect set of taut abs with a darkly inviting happy trail disappearing below his belt line.
The first thought that entered her head was rolling down the window and licking her way along that enticing dark path. Thank goodness the windows were electric and Mac hadn’t turned on the ignition—yet. Holy crap. Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the window and stared straight ahead.
Rodie had no idea what it was about Morgan, but as far as she was concerned, he absolutely radiated sensual appeal. He was pure eye candy to look at, but she really liked his attitude. He came across as pure bad boy—all mouth and swagger—but she was sure there was more substance underneath.
By the time he finished checking the ties on top she was practically humming with arousal. When he got in, Rodie scooted to the right and Morgan took the empty seat to her left, close to the window. Her first thought was that she wanted to lean close and just inhale.
Not good. Not good at all.
As soon as the doors were all shut, Mac started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. It was barely seven. Rodie leaned back and planted her feet on the console between Mac and Cameron.
Any nervousness she’d felt earlier about taking this leap along with Mac Dugan and his merry band of oddballs had totally disappeared. In fact, this was the most relaxed she’d felt in weeks, and the thought flittered through her mind that the laid-back atmosphere might help her shed some of her baggage over the assault and the ex-boyfriend.
Wouldn’t that be nice? Right. Sighing, she settled back for the ride as Mac expertly maneuvered through the heavy rush hour Bay Area traffic. It took them almost three hours to cover the distance between San Jose and Sacramento, where they headed north on Interstate 5 for the long haul to the exit that would take them into the mountains.
They all talked non-stop the entire way. Normally, Rodie
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