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Bounty (Colorado Mountain #7)(32)
Author: Kristen Ashley

“I only fell semi-asleep,” I corrected. “I’m fully awake now,” I shared (partial lie, I was only mostly awake).

Another mutter of, “Jesus.” Then, “I’ll let you get your beauty rest and go pick up the shit.”

“No,” I said, this part groggy, part desperate. “I like progress. You’re so fast and so good, four hours of lost progress could mean anything. You could have the kitchen done in four hours.” That was an exaggeration, but whatever. Slightly groggy thoughts of a kitchen were dancing merrily in my head as I finished, “So no way I wanna lose four hours.”

“Be at your place at eleven, eleven thirty and you’ll get progress,” Deke replied, obliterating my merry kitchen thoughts.

“How about you be at my place at the normal hour, tell me where to go to get the shit and then I’ll go pick it up so Max doesn’t have to waste his time to see to that errand.”

“So she did hear me,” Deke replied, though he did it like he wasn’t actually talking to me.

“Like I said, dude, semi-asleep.”

“Whatever.”

I lounged on my side on my bed but I did it feeling the amusement laced in his one word not only in my pussy, but also several elsewheres and those elsewheres were not (all) erogenous zones.

“Deal?” I asked, doing my best to pay no attention to those elsewheres.

“Deal,” he replied then, not surprising with Deke, he offered no words of farewell.

He just hung up.

Me being me and way too into Deke, I grinned at my phone thinking that was hot.

* * * * *

I stood outside my truck on the side of the road, the wind picking up, so much of it that it was blowing even my heavy hair in my face as I put the phone to my ear.

“Yo,” Deke answered.

“Houston, we have a problem,” I shared.

“You got lost,” he guessed.

“I can read directions, Deke, even in your handwriting, which, by the way, is a little scary,” I told him.

Deke ignored my assessment of his handwriting.

“Then what’s the problem?” he asked.

“I have a flat. I also don’t have a spare. And I further don’t have AAA. Though I do have a bunch of stuff in my truck and some of it’s back in the bed.” I looked to the heavens. “Last, I’m no meteorologist but I think in about five point two seconds, it’s gonna start raining.”

“Where are you?”

“You know that road off the main road into town that you turn off to before you turn off on the road that you then turn off on to finally turn onto Ponderosa?” I asked stupidly, not having memorized the road names (some of them being county road numbers) that led to my house.

Deke did not confirm he knew that road.

He just stated, “I’ll find you,” and hung up.

As I stood there waiting for Deke to find me, I tried to enjoy the lovely feel of the wind whipping against my skin. I didn’t often get opportunities to stand outside and have the wind glide through my hair, shape my clothes to my body.

However, I wasn’t able to fully enjoy this lovely feeling. I was too busy glancing at the back of my truck where bags of cement that didn’t look waterproof were laying.

Fortunately, Deke’s arrival in his bronze Ram with patterned steel tool cabinet in the back growled up like the monster it was, the sound of the engine beating back the soft wafting of the wind.

Deke was behind the wheel, phone to his ear, and I watched with some marvel as he drove past me, executed a three-point turn then drove past me again to park at the side of the road in front of my truck, all with his phone still to his ear.

He angled out of his truck, yes, with his phone at his ear.

“Yeah, County Road 18. ’Bout a mile off of Main Street.” I heard him say as he sauntered toward me and my vehicle.

He glanced at me as he passed me and stopped beside the bed of my truck.

“Tow it. Fix it. I’ll text you Jus’s number so you can deal with her on it,” he kept speaking. “Right. Cool. Later.”

He disconnected and shoved his phone in his back pocket, his gaze coming to me.

“Wood, man who owns the local garage, is sending a tow.”

“That’s cool you did that. Thanks,” I replied just as a gust of wind blew a hank of hair across my face.

I pulled it away, flicking it back over my shoulder and finding when I’d accomplished this, Deke’s eyes were at my shoulder.

“Paint’s in the cab. The rest in the back,” I shared.

His head twitched like his mind was elsewhere and I’d alerted him to the present then his chin lifted and he turned to the bed.

I moved around the hood to get the paint that was on the passenger side, which included cans of primer, as Deke instructed I buy.

I moved all the paint to his truck. Deke moved all the cement and grabbed the glaze.

I started to go to his passenger side when he said, “Leave the keys under the floor mat, you got one in that heap.”

I lifted my gaze to his.

“Say what?” I asked.

“Leave the keys under the floor mat. Wood’ll need ’em.”

“Like, leave the keys to my truck under the floor mat with my truck abandoned on the side of the road?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, like leave the keys to your truck under the floor mat with your truck which has got a flat and can’t go nowhere so it’s on the side of the road so whoever Wood sends out with the tow, someone who’ll be here in probably ten minutes, can get your truck and they’ll have the keys.”

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