men behind her.
Shelly had an entire large cooler full of food that she was pulling out and filling up the tailgates of the two trucks.
“Would you like some help?” I asked.
“Hell, I never get help. You can bet your ass I’ll take it. Take this grill set over to Mike and this Ziploc bag full of spices.” She nodded toward her husband.
“Dammit girl! Stop helping or Shelly’s gonna start barkin’ orders at all of us.” Mike laughed as he took the items from me.
“Leave her be Michael! It’s nice to get some help this time.” Shelly was waving her finger at him.
“I’d better get back over there,” I said smiling.
“Good girl, now drag that cooler over to that big oaf. It’s got all the meat in it. It has wheels so you should be able to do it.”
Nodding I grabbed one end of the cooler and pulled it over toward John’s truck.
“Here, take your drink. Shelly’s gonna have you busy for a while.” Mike handed me my drink.
“Hey, if she’s tough enough to boss you around, I’m gonna be on my best behavior.” I winked at him, kissed John on the cheek and went back to Shelly.
“You two sure are cute together. John’s smiling more now than I’ve ever seen him smile.” Shelly pulled a big brown bag from the back seat of the truck and handed it to me.
I could see John and the other two guys setting up a tent that had tarps hanging down on the sides offering much needed shade from the sun that now seemed so hot, it was stinging my skin.
“He’s a heck of a guy.” What else was I going to say? I was starting to feel in love with him, but wasn’t ready to paint the sky with professions of my affections. I didn’t really want to divulge how our relationship started.
Jordan was sitting between the two guys she walked up with. They were all visiting while Mike cooked.
We started unpacking the bags that had plates, plastic ware and cups. The two truck beds were now covered in food and ready for the strangest buffet I had ever been a part of.
“Alright, it’s our turn to sit on our asses.” She hooked her arm in mine and guided me the few feet over where John had a chair all set up and another drink waiting.
“Food smells good,” I said.
“So whose your driver?” Dave asked.
“Driver?”
“She’s never been to a race before.” John smacked Dave’s arm. “So back off.”
“Well at least she’s not a Jimmy’s-a-Johnson fan.” He teased.
I was confused.
“Shut it dude! You’re a fan of Kins-ass! You got no room to talk.” Jordan was teasing.
“Come on, Candy-cane just wants to be a real boy.” John teased Jordan.
I was beginning to feel left out of the friendly banter about their drivers. I’m sure that the nicknames would have been funny had I any idea who they were talking about. So I turned my attention toward Jordan. I wondered which guy she was with. She was relatively attractive and filled out her jean shorts nicely, but had the largest chest I had ever seen on a person in real life. He had her curly black hair up in a baseball hat.
But she didn’t lean more toward one guy or the other. Nor did she pay either one more attention. Maybe she wasn’t dating either. More importantly, why was I spending so much brain power on this? Oh, that’s right…the conversation was all about a topic I could not add to.
“Candy!” John’s voice was loud but not angry.
“I’m sorry. What?” I shook my head.
“Where were you just now?” John squeezed my hand.
“Just thinking about work.” Lie! Why did I lie?
He gave me an eyebrow raise. He knew I was lying, but smiled anyway. Everyone was quiet.
Awkward.
“All this race talk, she was probably zoning out,” Jordan said winking at me. “You all bore me to death with it all the time.” She turned and tapped Jack with the back of her hand. “Grab the
Shelly had an entire large cooler full of food that she was pulling out and filling up the tailgates of the two trucks.
“Would you like some help?” I asked.
“Hell, I never get help. You can bet your ass I’ll take it. Take this grill set over to Mike and this Ziploc bag full of spices.” She nodded toward her husband.
“Dammit girl! Stop helping or Shelly’s gonna start barkin’ orders at all of us.” Mike laughed as he took the items from me.
“Leave her be Michael! It’s nice to get some help this time.” Shelly was waving her finger at him.
“I’d better get back over there,” I said smiling.
“Good girl, now drag that cooler over to that big oaf. It’s got all the meat in it. It has wheels so you should be able to do it.”
Nodding I grabbed one end of the cooler and pulled it over toward John’s truck.
“Here, take your drink. Shelly’s gonna have you busy for a while.” Mike handed me my drink.
“Hey, if she’s tough enough to boss you around, I’m gonna be on my best behavior.” I winked at him, kissed John on the cheek and went back to Shelly.
“You two sure are cute together. John’s smiling more now than I’ve ever seen him smile.” Shelly pulled a big brown bag from the back seat of the truck and handed it to me.
I could see John and the other two guys setting up a tent that had tarps hanging down on the sides offering much needed shade from the sun that now seemed so hot, it was stinging my skin.
“He’s a heck of a guy.” What else was I going to say? I was starting to feel in love with him, but wasn’t ready to paint the sky with professions of my affections. I didn’t really want to divulge how our relationship started.
Jordan was sitting between the two guys she walked up with. They were all visiting while Mike cooked.
We started unpacking the bags that had plates, plastic ware and cups. The two truck beds were now covered in food and ready for the strangest buffet I had ever been a part of.
“Alright, it’s our turn to sit on our asses.” She hooked her arm in mine and guided me the few feet over where John had a chair all set up and another drink waiting.
“Food smells good,” I said.
“So whose your driver?” Dave asked.
“Driver?”
“She’s never been to a race before.” John smacked Dave’s arm. “So back off.”
“Well at least she’s not a Jimmy’s-a-Johnson fan.” He teased.
I was confused.
“Shut it dude! You’re a fan of Kins-ass! You got no room to talk.” Jordan was teasing.
“Come on, Candy-cane just wants to be a real boy.” John teased Jordan.
I was beginning to feel left out of the friendly banter about their drivers. I’m sure that the nicknames would have been funny had I any idea who they were talking about. So I turned my attention toward Jordan. I wondered which guy she was with. She was relatively attractive and filled out her jean shorts nicely, but had the largest chest I had ever seen on a person in real life. He had her curly black hair up in a baseball hat.
But she didn’t lean more toward one guy or the other. Nor did she pay either one more attention. Maybe she wasn’t dating either. More importantly, why was I spending so much brain power on this? Oh, that’s right…the conversation was all about a topic I could not add to.
“Candy!” John’s voice was loud but not angry.
“I’m sorry. What?” I shook my head.
“Where were you just now?” John squeezed my hand.
“Just thinking about work.” Lie! Why did I lie?
He gave me an eyebrow raise. He knew I was lying, but smiled anyway. Everyone was quiet.
Awkward.
“All this race talk, she was probably zoning out,” Jordan said winking at me. “You all bore me to death with it all the time.” She turned and tapped Jack with the back of her hand. “Grab the
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