“Is it even possible not to?” I thought about what he’d said a few minutes before, about the military not being a nine-to-five job.
“Eh. Like I said, tough to do but not impossible. I live off-post because it’s important for me to be able to separate my Army self from my regular self. I have hobbies.” He patted the dashboard. “I have towing capacity on the truck because I rescue cars and restore them. Someday, when I’m done serving Uncle Sam, this is what I’m going to do full-time. I bought some land in Minnesota a few years back, and I’m planning to retire there and raise classic autos.”
“Minnesota? That seems like a long way from California.” I smiled.
“It is, but my cousin lived there for a while when we were growing up, and we used to visit him. I fell in love with the land and the seasons ... so when this property came up for sale, I jumped on it. It’s my security for when I get out.”
“That’s very forward-thinking.” I leaned forward as the truck slowed in front of a small two-story house with a wide driveway. A black Jeep was in the front along the curb.
“Hey, do me a favor? Jump out and stand in front of the Jeep while I back in your car. I don’t want to scrape Specialist Evans’ vehicle. That’s his baby.”
I opened the door, pausing before I slid out. “Wait a second. If I stand in front of the Jeep, won’t I be the one you’ll possibly hit?”
He grinned again, that dimple popping out. “Aw, sugar, don’t worry. I’ll be real gentle.” His voice, low and suggestive, made me blush, something that happened rarely.
I landed on my feet and turned back to lean my arms on the seat so that my boobs were thrown into prominence. Cocking my head, I gave him a slow and sultry smile and mimicked his drawl.
“Baby, gentle isn’t my thing. I like it hard. Hard and rough.”
I had just enough time to catch his jaw dropping and his eyes going wide before I slammed the truck door.
