Chapter FourThe day had been just as brutal as Jim had expected. That he’d spent half of the short night thinking about Reese asleep just next door hadn’t helped matters.
Since when did he turn down a beautiful woman, no matter how much pain she was in? Since never. He’d learned that letting a woman have a good cry on his shoulder made him into a shining knight. And the sorry-for-doing-that make-up s*x afterward was typically awesome.
But Reese was made of different, sterner stuff. She was like the difference between his old Kenworth semi-tractor with its cozy sleeping compartment versus a HETS tractor that hauled Abrams main battle tanks through the heart of a war zone.
He would’ve liked to start the day with something more friendly, but they’d barely had time for hello.
Morning route
