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assumed, were tiny shorts. I could see the hem of them just below her top. No fishnet stockings covered her legs, her feet bare on the parking lot concrete, as she wandered outside my truck with her hand in her hair. This was a different girl in front of me. Like the one last night had vanished. One thing that hadn’t changed was the expression on her face. There was an uneasiness there while she gazed around.
    I stepped toward her, coffees balanced on top of the box of doughnuts. “Alex?” I called to her. She was still a fair distance away from me.
    Her eyes flickered in my direction and I got to see the image I wanted to before. I got the whole package with those large eyes on me. She said a single word, “Brody,” before dropping her hand from her hair. Something I also noticed: she didn’t seem so worried anymore.
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Alexa
     
    Of course he was in the truck stop. Of course. And he brought doughnuts with two cups of coffee.
    That was so sweet.
    I could mentally kick myself for worrying about him. When I got up, he wasn’t there in the front cab. I peeked in on him behind the curtain and the first thing I did was panic like an idiot. He wouldn’t just take off and leave his truck with me inside it.
    God, Alexa. Get it together.
    My attention redirected to his hand when he lifted it from his side. He placed a black smart phone I didn’t know he had on the doughnut box next to the coffees.
    The air left my lips in small breaths. He had a cellphone. Of course he did. Most people had one. Maybe I could use his tonight….
    “Look at you.”
    My eyes flashed up to his sapphire blue ones. What did he mean? “Sorry?”
    Those eyes twinkled at me and I found myself grateful for my confusion as long as they continued to do so in my direction.
    He gestured to me. “Trying something new with your look?”
    My body went ramrod straight, my toes—my bare toes—curling on the concrete beneath my feet. Shit, did I really come out here in my sleep clothes? My hair most definitely a mess, as I didn’t check out a mirror before I panicked that Brody was missing?
    I backed toward the truck, pushing my hand into my short hair like that would hide my lapse in judgment.
    “Sorry,” I flubbed. The door hit my back in my backward steps. I reached back for the handle, opening the door. “Let me just go fix…”
    “I actually like it.”
    His words came out just as I faced the door. I turned back slowly. “You… like it? My bed clothes?”
    Or was it my bare feet? My mess of hair? What exactly did he like? I wished he’d say.
    He blinked instead, rubbing his hand behind his neck. “I guess I meant to say… I mean I don’t not like them. They’re great. But I just meant, uh…” He dropped his hand from his neck and presented the doughnut box. “Breakfast? I got us something for the road. You drink coffee, right?”
    I couldn’t help my smile. This big strong guy flustering. I reached for a coffee, tipping it to him. “Thanks.”
    He nodded, his gaze drifting off, and I stood there awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say. He just complimented me… I think. He looked nice too. He always did. I wished he didn’t wear his hat so much, though. I wanted to see his eyes without the shade of the bill casting over them and his hair that looked so soft.
    I cleared my throat. “I uh, like your look, too.”
    Before he could say anything, I brought the coffee up to my lips and bolted up the stairs of his truck.
     
    Brody
     
    Hell, what did that mean?
    I tore my shirt off in a frenzy, knowing I didn’t have a lot of time to change while Alex changed her own clothes behind my curtain divider.
    Her comment couldn’t have referred to my shirt. Could it? Not this old work shirt handed down though the turnover of new employees for the company I worked for. No way did she compliment that, which was why I was rummaging through all these godforsaken cubbyholes in my truck for a clean one. By the