gonna make you pay for that,” he warned.
“ Ohhh , I’m trembling.”
“You will be,” he vowed.
A tremor rocketed through her body as she envisioned Osten
naked in her bed. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I’m not. I’ll be there.”
“Great!” CJ squeezed his arm and headed to her vehicle. “See
you then.”
“Bye!” he hollered at her retreating back.
Chantoya slumped heavily in her seat as the familiar and wel-
come structure came into view. Her body wasn’t used to jarring around
inside of a tractor cab, yet she rolled her shoulders and worked the
double clutch and downshifted as she pulled into Dezarae’s driveway.
It was about two in the morning on Monday and she had to be at school
bright and early. At least she had gotten some tests graded while Dez
had taken her turns at the wheel.
CJ had just the running lights on so it wouldn’t hit the house
once she parked. Her eyes landed on exhausted slumbering Dezarae.
They had been extremely busy at the shows, and now she was catching
up on her missed sleep. And though Chantoya was tired as well, she
knew that Dez was worse off.
Letting the cab idle, CJ smiled as the porch light came on and
Ross stepped out into the cold night. There was still about five inches of
snow left on the ground from that storm that had passed through. He
pulled his jacket closer around his frame and moved off the porch
towards the truck.
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“Hey,” CJ said to Dez. “We’re home. Your hubby is about to
reach the truck. Wake up.”
Dezarae sat up and rubbed her eyes in the cab light that CJ had
turned on. “Wow, you did drive the rest of the way. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, you kept me company with your snores,” CJ teased.
“Don’t worry about it. I could tell how exhausted you were.”
“You did as much work as I did. If not more.” Dez undid her
belt as Ross walked up to the door.
“But I don’t have kids at home. I’m younger and therefore have
more energy.” CJ jumped as Dez reached across the truck and smacked
her in the arm. “Ouch!”
“Serves you right.” The passenger door opened and Ross Con-
nelly pulled himself up and kissed his wife. The passion between them
was so intense; CJ felt like an intruder.
Chantoya looked away saddened she had no one waiting for
her. Shrugging, she turned off the rig, grabbed her bag, and jumped out
of the cab. Without waiting for either of them to climb out, she headed
for her brother’s Escalade that was parked at the Connelly’s home.
She unlocked the vehicle, tossed in her bag, and then started the
truck. Making sure the defrost was on, CJ shut the door to keep what
little heat there was inside and went to the back for the scraper. Tug-
ging on her gloves, she began to clean off the frost from the outside of
her windows.
“Hey, are you just going to leave?” Dezarae asked as she mate-
rialized beside her.
“I don’t think I was needed for what you two were doing.” Her
reply was easy and tried to hide her pain of being alone.
Ross settled his arm around her, pulled her in for a quick hug. “I
don’t know. Two women could be a lot of fun for me.” He grunted
when his wife punched him in the side. “I’m sorry, CJ. I didn’t mean to
make you feel uncomfortable. You are more than welcome to stay the
night.” He dropped his arm from her body.
Shaking her head, CJ continued to work on her windows.
“Thanks, but I have to get home.” When Dez stepped in close with a
question on her face, she continued, “Spend some time with your
hubby. I’ll call you later.” She kissed her on the cheek. “Love you. Bye,
Ross.” Not giving them a chance to argue more, CJ climbed in her
vehicle and drove away. By the time she made it home, the car was
warm. Quickly she went inside her lonely apartment and to bed.
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His eyes narrowed as Chantoya climbed out of her vehicle. At
least she was alone instead of having
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