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Dixon’s truck. “Can you grab the hose, babe? We need to clean the truck so we can figure out what’s wrong.”
    “Mhm,” I hum when Gunnar hits the button on his keys to open the garage door.
    Walking around the side of the house, I turn on the faucet and drag the hose around to the driveway. Kicking off my shoes, I bend over and pull off my socks before spraying off my legs with the cold water since the guys are busy with getting the truck unloaded from the wrecker.
    “I thought I was washin’ the truck,” Gunnar says, glancing over at me as I spray my arms and take down my hair to rinse it out as well.
    “You were busy,” I reply, shaking out my hair. “Besides, why would I want to track mud into my nice clean kitchen, and clog up my shower drain, when I can just do this?”
    Pointing the hose, I pull back the handle, spraying Gunnar right in the chest. “You look like you need a good hose down too, baby,” I tease, moving the stream lower to get his legs. “How about I’ll do you, then you can do me?” I ask, using my free hand to gesture for him to turn around so I can get his ass.
    “Whoa, dinner and a show?” Dixon shouts, rounding the back of Gunnar’s truck. He rubs his hands together. “I’m gonna need a beer and a box of tissues.”
    “You’re disgusting. How about you make yourself useful and unload the groceries from the back?” I say when Gunnar walks up and takes the hose from me to finish spraying me off.
    “I’m no housebitch, darlin’” Dixon laughs, opening the truck door and pulling out two bags. Digging through them, he pulls out a beer. “My useful skills are far from domestic.”
    “OK, then… how about this?” I yelp when Gunnar sprays the backs of my legs, the dirt and water all running down the driveway. “Lug my groceries in and put them on the bar so I can make sure you have cold beer and food, please.”
    Dixon shrugs. “See, all you had to do was ask. I don’t say please, but I love hearin’ it.” He winks. “Happy to help you out.”
    Grabbing the hose back, I turn and point it at Dixon before pull the trigger, spraying him right in the face which makes Gunnar laugh his ass off beside me. Turning, I spray him again too, making sure to get most of the mud off his ass and back before handing him the hose. Walking over, I take the beer from Dixon’s hand and twist off the top, before taking a long drink. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to dry off and enjoy this nice cold beer.”
    I can hear Gunnar laughing as Dixon complains about bitches always stealing his drinks as he reaches for the groceries and making his way inside. Walking into the garage, I grab a towel off the dryer before heading into the house to unload the bags. As soon as everything is put away, I grab cold bottles for the guys and walk back outside to supervise, and by supervise I mean drink beer and make asinine comments about everything they do.
     

 
    With two more fresh bottles for the guys swinging in one hand, and another for myself pressed to my lips, I step outside and almost choke on what I should be swallowing because of what I see. Instead of working on Gunnar’s truck with him like he was, Dixon is shaking his ass to the beat of the blaring music like an idiot. I can’t help but laugh, and when Dixon hears me, he bends over and shakes it even harder. They’ve both been out here in the sun most of the day and the beer they had is almost gone, resulting in less fixing and more fucking off. Just like always.
    “I really think more alcohol is the last thing you guys need,” I joke. After handing Gunnar his bottle, I turn to give Dixon his and instead of just taking it, he grabs it and then grabs my hand, pulling me into his side.
    “Everybody keeps tellin’ me I need a wife. Can I just borrow yours for a while?” Dixon slurs. Yeah, more beer is probably the last thing they need, but I’m not their mother. Plus, they’re entertaining as hell right now. “She brings