but in Sasha’s mind, it had been two eternities.
“You’re embarrassed.”
“God no.” She looked at Vinny, his gaze fixed on the trees whizzing by out his broken window. “I sort of got mixed up with this crazy dude. He’s got a really short temper and—”
“You fucked my brother.”
Sasha cringed. ‘Fucked’ and ‘my brother’ were now three words she never wanted to hear in the same sentence again.
“I, umm—”
“Damn it, Sasha.” Vinny slouched against the door, his hair blowing in the breeze. “Why him? You said you weren’t into dudes.”
“I’m not.” Never had Sasha been so happy to have the distraction of the big road before her. “It just sorta happened. This’ll all blow over. I just gotta shake the guy.”
“That’s gonna be hard to do.” Vinny leaned on his armrest, glaring. “He’s our sergeant.”
“Yeah.” Sasha rubbed the side of her neck then plucked another joint from the ashtray.
“You really know how to create a shitstorm, don’t ya?” Vinny snatched the joint from her grasp, inhaling hard. “Sometimes,” he said through a stream of smoke, “I think you do this shit on purpose.”
Her jaw hinged open, and she fumbled around the cab for her cigarettes since Vinny obviously planned on hogging the doobie. “Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. ‘Cause you’re bored.” Vinny lit a cigarette, holding it out.
Sasha grabbed the cigarette and sat back, twisting the butt between her fingers. It could’ve played out differently. A lot of things could’ve played out differently, if she cared enough to fight the flow.
When she glanced over, Vinny looked away. That feeling returned to her stomach, nagging, roiling, scorching. How many times could she dick over her best friend? How many times would he forgive her, when she’d never said sorry?
“Are we cool?” Sasha muttered, the words left hanging in the spacious cab.
The chain of Vinny’s wallet clinked, and Sasha flinched when he gripped her leg. She looked at Vinny, and he held out a freshly lit joint.
“What do you think?” he said.
Sasha glided her hand along Vinny’s arm until her fingers found the joint. She plucked the doobie from his grasp, flashing a half-grin.
***
Dez
Dez leaned against the threshold of the clubhouse door. Heavy clouds masked the moon’s light, covering the charred remains of their once-remarkable fleet in shades of gray. Otis snored on the couch behind him, stretching farther across the cushions. With Kev sleeping in the cab of the new truck, the spots for crashing dwindled.
Thunder clapped as Dez walked off the porch. While lighting a cigarette, he looked at Ellen’s huge house on the hill. Wind rustled the curtains in its many windows, wide columns gleaming. She must have five guest rooms in that place, at least. He didn’t know, had never been asked inside.
His gaze drifted to the dark room above the garage. Sasha had hours of road ahead of her. A shame to let that big, comfy bed of hers go to waste. Dez flicked his cigarette onto the gravel and headed toward Sasha’s room.
The door squeaked opened, and her scent rushed in, provoking a grin. He searched for the light switch, and with a click, the mess that was Sasha’s room fell under a soft glow.
Dez kicked piles of clothes aside, walking to Sasha’s dresser. His fingers glided atop leather chokers, an array of brass knuckles, and bottles of perfume. Pictures lined the round mirror, all of Sasha, Vinny, and some redhead chick.
“What are you doing in here?” Ellen’s bark flowed from the doorway.
Dez turned, and Ellen stepped into the room.
“I, uh…” His eyes stuck to bare skin. Ellen’s silky dress hung low on her chest and high on her thighs. “I was gonna crash in here. I didn’t think Sasha would mind.”
Ellen chuckled, slinking closer. “Really? Wouldn’t mind a strange man in her bed?” Her eyes wandered up to Dez’s face. “You don’t know her very
“You’re embarrassed.”
“God no.” She looked at Vinny, his gaze fixed on the trees whizzing by out his broken window. “I sort of got mixed up with this crazy dude. He’s got a really short temper and—”
“You fucked my brother.”
Sasha cringed. ‘Fucked’ and ‘my brother’ were now three words she never wanted to hear in the same sentence again.
“I, umm—”
“Damn it, Sasha.” Vinny slouched against the door, his hair blowing in the breeze. “Why him? You said you weren’t into dudes.”
“I’m not.” Never had Sasha been so happy to have the distraction of the big road before her. “It just sorta happened. This’ll all blow over. I just gotta shake the guy.”
“That’s gonna be hard to do.” Vinny leaned on his armrest, glaring. “He’s our sergeant.”
“Yeah.” Sasha rubbed the side of her neck then plucked another joint from the ashtray.
“You really know how to create a shitstorm, don’t ya?” Vinny snatched the joint from her grasp, inhaling hard. “Sometimes,” he said through a stream of smoke, “I think you do this shit on purpose.”
Her jaw hinged open, and she fumbled around the cab for her cigarettes since Vinny obviously planned on hogging the doobie. “Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. ‘Cause you’re bored.” Vinny lit a cigarette, holding it out.
Sasha grabbed the cigarette and sat back, twisting the butt between her fingers. It could’ve played out differently. A lot of things could’ve played out differently, if she cared enough to fight the flow.
When she glanced over, Vinny looked away. That feeling returned to her stomach, nagging, roiling, scorching. How many times could she dick over her best friend? How many times would he forgive her, when she’d never said sorry?
“Are we cool?” Sasha muttered, the words left hanging in the spacious cab.
The chain of Vinny’s wallet clinked, and Sasha flinched when he gripped her leg. She looked at Vinny, and he held out a freshly lit joint.
“What do you think?” he said.
Sasha glided her hand along Vinny’s arm until her fingers found the joint. She plucked the doobie from his grasp, flashing a half-grin.
***
Dez
Dez leaned against the threshold of the clubhouse door. Heavy clouds masked the moon’s light, covering the charred remains of their once-remarkable fleet in shades of gray. Otis snored on the couch behind him, stretching farther across the cushions. With Kev sleeping in the cab of the new truck, the spots for crashing dwindled.
Thunder clapped as Dez walked off the porch. While lighting a cigarette, he looked at Ellen’s huge house on the hill. Wind rustled the curtains in its many windows, wide columns gleaming. She must have five guest rooms in that place, at least. He didn’t know, had never been asked inside.
His gaze drifted to the dark room above the garage. Sasha had hours of road ahead of her. A shame to let that big, comfy bed of hers go to waste. Dez flicked his cigarette onto the gravel and headed toward Sasha’s room.
The door squeaked opened, and her scent rushed in, provoking a grin. He searched for the light switch, and with a click, the mess that was Sasha’s room fell under a soft glow.
Dez kicked piles of clothes aside, walking to Sasha’s dresser. His fingers glided atop leather chokers, an array of brass knuckles, and bottles of perfume. Pictures lined the round mirror, all of Sasha, Vinny, and some redhead chick.
“What are you doing in here?” Ellen’s bark flowed from the doorway.
Dez turned, and Ellen stepped into the room.
“I, uh…” His eyes stuck to bare skin. Ellen’s silky dress hung low on her chest and high on her thighs. “I was gonna crash in here. I didn’t think Sasha would mind.”
Ellen chuckled, slinking closer. “Really? Wouldn’t mind a strange man in her bed?” Her eyes wandered up to Dez’s face. “You don’t know her very
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