Totally Folked by Penny Reid

Author:Penny Reid [Reid, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cipher-Naught

Chapter 15

*Raquel*

“I don’t want to be known as a sex symbol. There’s a great stigma that goes with that tag. I want to be a Sam Elliott.”

Sam Elliott

I rushed into the house, snatching up my lightweight jacket from a chair where I’d left it, took a moment to turn on the alarm, and left. As promised, he’d waited right where I’d left him. We didn’t touch as we walked to his truck. He opened the passenger door for me and helped bring all of my maxi dress into the cab before shutting me in.

An intense sense of déjà vu settled over me as I watched him walk around the front. We’d been here before, kinda. Except this time the coat on my shoulders belonged to me and therefore didn’t smell like him.

Darn it. I should’ve left right away and then asked for his jacket once we were on the road.

Also, the last time I’d sat in this spot, waiting for him to take me on a drive, I’d been stunned by the fact that his people called a knit hat a toboggan.

Jackson soon settled in his seat and turned the engine, putting the truck in reverse. Then he paused, his attention focusing on something beyond the windshield. Frowning, he lifted a hand. I followed his line of sight and found Jethro on the porch, a shotgun in his hands. It was pointed at the ground, and his features were relaxed. Sienna’s husband lifted his chin, turned, and walked back in the house.

“Good to know he’s a light sleeper,” Jackson said, his voice tinted with wry amusement.

“Why is that good to know? So you know how much noise you can make when you sneak in my window later?” I asked, then pressed my lips together, hoping my voice had sounded curious instead of hopeful.

He turned to look out the back window of the cab as he backed up. “Well, obviously. But it’s also nice to know he’s looking out for you.”

I lifted the cuffs of my jacket to my mouth to hide my smile. “I’m sleeping in the back bedroom. The windows are quite large.”

“Are they?”

“Yes. Big enough even for someone as tall and broad as you.”

“You should probably measure them, just to make sure.”

“I don’t have a measuring tape.”

“Then I should probably come in and measure them with my measuring tape.”

“Yes. I would appreciate that. Then we’ll know for sure.”

“They always say, measure twice, cut once.”

“Who? Who are they?”

“Carpenters.”

This reminded me so much of the night we met, the back and forth, the flirting, the butterflies in my stomach, and how oddly easy it was to just be with him, to talk to him. “I knew it.”

“What? What did you know?”

“Two hardware stores. This town has a wood culture.”

“Yep. Biiiig wood culture.”

I giggled at our banter, sneaking a peek at him. “This is fun. You’re fun.”

“So are you,” he said in that easy way of his.

Feeling dreamy and loose, excited and nervous, just like I always did around Jackson, I crossed my legs and faced him.

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