“So, you’re not going to kill me and leave me here for no one to find?” I confirm.
“Hell no. I need someone to have phone sex with when I’m on the road next week.”
“Glad I come in useful for something,” I tease. “So, what are we doing here?”
“It’s a surprise,” he says, pushing the door open and climbing out.
“Well, okay then.”
I pull the handle to follow him, but it doesn’t do anything.
Twisting around, I try to look out of the window behind me, but it’s too dark, only flickers of moonlight peeking through the trees.
“Kodie?” I cry.
Not two seconds later, my cell vibrates in my pocket.
55: Trust me, baby.
Casey: You’d better not be getting your axe out…
55: Not sure if that was a euphemism or not.
I chuckle. I’m not sure if it was either.
The sound of the tailgate cover rolling back catches my attention before the vehicle dips. He moves about doing…something...before the entire thing bounces, I assume when he jumps off.
“What are you doing, Kodie Rivers?” I ask myself.
A couple more minutes pass before a shadow moves outside my window.
The locks disengage and the door opens, letting in a rush of cool evening air.
A shiver runs down my spine and my nipples pebble, but it’s not from the cold. It’s from the man standing before me.
He’s lost the suit, now dressed in sweats and a hoodie, his hat sadly missing.
What is it about a backward cap?
“Hey, are you ready for your date?” he asks as he holds his hand out to help me down.
“So ready. And curious.”
A stream of moonlight hits the side of his face, allowing me to see his smirk.
“Come on then.”
I barely take a step when I see the lights.
“Kodie, what have you done?” I whisper as he leads me around the back of his truck to reveal his handiwork.
He’s turned his tailgate into the perfect date.
There are lights strung up everywhere, giving the space a warm glow. There are blankets and pillows and a picnic basket.
Tears sting my eyes as I take it all in.
“You did all this?”
