Free Opposites Attract by Lacey Wolfe Page B

and saw it was a number he didn’t know. “Hello.”
    “I’m looking for a tow. My car has broken down about a block from your shop.”
    At least he didn’t have to travel far. “Okay. Can I get your name and a description of the vehicle I’m looking for?”
    “Sure, my name is Skylar and it’s a white Lexus.”
    He was beginning to hate white Lexuses. “All right, Skylar. Stay in your car, and I’ll be there in the next ten minutes to help you.”
    “Thank you. You won’t regret it.” She hung up.
    Regret it? What the hell was there to regret when it came to towing a car? Hopefully a serial killer hadn’t just called him.
     

Chapter 11
     
    Randy pulled up behind the white car. He couldn’t see the woman inside yet. The whole drive over he’d had a weird feeling. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but something seemed off. But he was here anyway in the event that this woman really did need help.
    Leaving the engine on, he climbed out of his truck and started to walk toward the driver’s side door. It opened and the first thing he saw was a pair of long legs. He followed those sexy legs up to a tight jean miniskirt, and forced his focus further up until he met a familiar face. What was going on?
    “Francesca.”
    “We need to talk,” she said.
    “Couldn’t you have called?”
    She walked up to him and when he inhaled, he smelled that scent she wore that always drove him insane. Much like the woman in front of him.
    “I’m so sick and tired of fighting with you.” She yanked him by his shirt and pulled his face down toward hers. “Quit arguing with me all the damn time and let’s figure this out.”
    He gazed into her eyes and did his best to resist her, but he couldn’t. The need to taste her took over, and his mouth smashed into hers. He thrust his tongue in and couldn’t believe how much he had missed the way she tasted.
    Francesca’s grip tightened on his shirt before she broke the kiss and pushed him off. Damn this woman!
    “I need to know you can accept me for who I am. Yes, I like fancy things. And no, I can’t settle for being curled up with you on a couch every single Friday night. I can eat fast food, but at least once a month, I need to be taken out someplace where we are going to overpay for our food. And if we live paycheck to paycheck, I don’t care. Money doesn’t buy the type of happiness that I’m looking for. Only your love can give me what I want. I am stubborn, and I make mistakes all the time. I am vocal, and I’m going to speak my mind—a lot. But that’s who I am. And I’m not changing just so you will be with me. Take me as I am or don’t take me at all.”
    Randy smiled. “There isn’t a damn thing about you I want to change. You keep life interesting.”
    “I’ll take that as a compliment, Randy.” Francesca took a step closer to him.
    “That’s Randall to you.”
    Francesca threw her head back and laughed. He liked seeing her happy.
    “What about that tow?” he asked.
    She leaned up and kissed his neck and slowly moved toward his ear. Sucking on his lobe, she whispered, “Let’s come back later, right now we have a lot of making up to do.”
    “I like the sound of that. Promise to sit next to me in the truck.”
    “Only if you promise to touch me the whole ride.”
    He wrapped his arms around Francesca and carried her to his truck. Opening the door, he sat her down, wishing they weren’t on the side of the road, otherwise he would have feasted on her damn legs in that miniskirt all the way to her sweet center. Instead, she slid over as he climbed in.
    Once he was inside and back on the road, Francesca grabbed his hand and placed it high up her inner thigh. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she said.
    He knew just what she wanted and he was going to give it to her. “Spread them open.”
    She did. He slowed the truck down but made sure to hit each and every bump he could. His hand found its way to her pussy. She was wet. Taking no time, he