her company, it occurred to her that maybe . . . just maybe . . . her luck was starting to change.
CHAPTER 5
Cinco was exhausted, but he just couldn’t bring himself to end the evening with CanDee. There was something about her that made him smile . . . like an idiot . . . all of the time. There weren’t any awkward conversational pauses because there was always something to talk about. And he’d just about laughed himself hoarse for the first time in a long time. He had a feeling that she was going to be important to him.
He glanced at the clock on the dash. It was after nine. The closest restaurant was Dairy Queen and it was over an hour away. “Hungry?”
“Not really. You?” CanDee picked up the bag of Oreos and waggled it at him. Moonlight streamed in from behind her and made her skin glow.
“Not so much.” He pulled up to the fence surrounding the lookout tower. So much for the receipt. He’d find something to keep with him so the night never ended.
He jumped down from this truck and picked up the combination lock, rolling the tumblers until they clicked in place and the lock sprang open. After pulling the chain free, he swung the large metal gate open, secured the chain and lock around the handle, and returned to the truck.
The driver-side window rolled down. “I’ll pull through and you can lock the gate.”
As the man he felt like it was his job to take care of the details like driving through, but it was nice that she wanted to help out. He moved aside and let her pull into the pasture before locking the gate.
CanDee put the truck in park, turned off the engine, and opened the door. “I didn’t even have to move your seat.”
She handed him the keys. The headlights stayed on, lighting up the zigzag of stairs leading all the way up to the top of the lookout tower. He went to the passenger side, opened the extended-cab door, and pulled out a blanket and a large metal flashlight.
“Isn’t the blanket a little presumptuous?” He could tell that she loved messing with him.
“Nope. The entire building is made of metal and this time of year it gets cold. If we’re going to lie down and watch the stars, we should be comfortable.”
He flicked on the flashlight and pointed it at the metal stairs. “Ladies first.”
She ran up the first flight of stairs and turned back to look down on him. “I bet you had me go first so you could look up my skirt.”
He ran up the flight behind her. “No, but do you always wear tiny lace underwear?”
It wasn’t that he’d been looking, but the wind had blown her skirt up and he’d gotten a pretty good look at that tiny excuse for underwear. He’d only gotten a view of the backside. Was the front as itty-bitty? He wouldn’t mind having the opportunity to peel them off of her.
This time it was her turn to blush. By the light of the flashlight, he could make out two dots of rose-petal pink—one on each cheek.
“Pervert. I’ve agreed to watch the stars with a total pervert.” She held out her hand. “Give me the flashlight and you go first.”
“Why?” He grinned. “I’m enjoying the view.”
“A little too much.” She pointed to the flashlight. “Hand it over.”
“But if you stumble, I won’t be able to catch you if I’m in front.” That really was the reason he’d had her go first; the lacy panties had just been a bonus.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take to keep your eyes off my thong.” She folded her arms.
“OK.” Gently, he turned her around. “I’ll follow closer and I promise not to look up.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
She started on the next flight and true to his word, he was right behind her.
“Do you always wear a thong?”
She bumped the flashlight as she turned around and looked down her nose at him.
“What? I’m not looking at them. I just wanted to know for future reference.” He’d tried to get Naomi to wear a thong, but she hated them. So there were women who actually wore them
CHAPTER 5
Cinco was exhausted, but he just couldn’t bring himself to end the evening with CanDee. There was something about her that made him smile . . . like an idiot . . . all of the time. There weren’t any awkward conversational pauses because there was always something to talk about. And he’d just about laughed himself hoarse for the first time in a long time. He had a feeling that she was going to be important to him.
He glanced at the clock on the dash. It was after nine. The closest restaurant was Dairy Queen and it was over an hour away. “Hungry?”
“Not really. You?” CanDee picked up the bag of Oreos and waggled it at him. Moonlight streamed in from behind her and made her skin glow.
“Not so much.” He pulled up to the fence surrounding the lookout tower. So much for the receipt. He’d find something to keep with him so the night never ended.
He jumped down from this truck and picked up the combination lock, rolling the tumblers until they clicked in place and the lock sprang open. After pulling the chain free, he swung the large metal gate open, secured the chain and lock around the handle, and returned to the truck.
The driver-side window rolled down. “I’ll pull through and you can lock the gate.”
As the man he felt like it was his job to take care of the details like driving through, but it was nice that she wanted to help out. He moved aside and let her pull into the pasture before locking the gate.
CanDee put the truck in park, turned off the engine, and opened the door. “I didn’t even have to move your seat.”
She handed him the keys. The headlights stayed on, lighting up the zigzag of stairs leading all the way up to the top of the lookout tower. He went to the passenger side, opened the extended-cab door, and pulled out a blanket and a large metal flashlight.
“Isn’t the blanket a little presumptuous?” He could tell that she loved messing with him.
“Nope. The entire building is made of metal and this time of year it gets cold. If we’re going to lie down and watch the stars, we should be comfortable.”
He flicked on the flashlight and pointed it at the metal stairs. “Ladies first.”
She ran up the first flight of stairs and turned back to look down on him. “I bet you had me go first so you could look up my skirt.”
He ran up the flight behind her. “No, but do you always wear tiny lace underwear?”
It wasn’t that he’d been looking, but the wind had blown her skirt up and he’d gotten a pretty good look at that tiny excuse for underwear. He’d only gotten a view of the backside. Was the front as itty-bitty? He wouldn’t mind having the opportunity to peel them off of her.
This time it was her turn to blush. By the light of the flashlight, he could make out two dots of rose-petal pink—one on each cheek.
“Pervert. I’ve agreed to watch the stars with a total pervert.” She held out her hand. “Give me the flashlight and you go first.”
“Why?” He grinned. “I’m enjoying the view.”
“A little too much.” She pointed to the flashlight. “Hand it over.”
“But if you stumble, I won’t be able to catch you if I’m in front.” That really was the reason he’d had her go first; the lacy panties had just been a bonus.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take to keep your eyes off my thong.” She folded her arms.
“OK.” Gently, he turned her around. “I’ll follow closer and I promise not to look up.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
She started on the next flight and true to his word, he was right behind her.
“Do you always wear a thong?”
She bumped the flashlight as she turned around and looked down her nose at him.
“What? I’m not looking at them. I just wanted to know for future reference.” He’d tried to get Naomi to wear a thong, but she hated them. So there were women who actually wore them
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