requested,” I told him.
He tossed me a grin before his eyes went back to the road in front of him.
He stopped when the trees on my side of the road opened up.
Then he turned, and expertly started to back his truck and boat—which I just now noticed— down what I assumed was a boat ramp.
“There’re are a lot of people here for it being five in the morning,” I observed as I looked around at all the trucks and boats.
Drew didn’t reply as he stopped and got out, leaving me in the truck to stare at all the people.
He came around to my side, though, and opened my door, a box in his hands.
“Put these on,” he ordered, handing me the box.
I took it and watched as he left, then turned my gaze back down to the box in my hands.
Waders?
What the hell were we doing?
Nevertheless, I put the waders on, slowly, seeing as they were so freakin’ tight that I could barely get my leg down into them.
I’d just managed to get the material up and over my shoulder to hook up the Velcro on the front when a man appeared in front of me.
“Uhhh,” I muttered. “Hey.”
The man smiled.
PD sure was a handsome devil.
I’d seen pictures on Naomi’s Facebook page, as well as her phone.
She was a stalker like that.
“You forgot to put your jacket on,” he said, pointing to the jacket that’d been in the box, too.
I wasn’t sure that the jacket had come with it, but it’d been shoved none too gently in there.
“What?” I asked.
He smiled.
“You need to put your jacket on, and then pull your waders over the top of it in case you have water that gets up over your waist. Then you won’t get your jacket wet.” He in dicated his own jacket and waders.
I took him in, then looked at my body.
The waders looked like they were painted on already. If I added the jacket, there was no way in hell I’d be able to get them up and over it.
“I don’t think they’d fit,” I said, indicating the tightness of my clothes already. “And what are we doing?”
PD just grinned and walked away, going to the back of the boat where he then proceeded to help put bag after bag into the boat, followed by chairs.
I pulled the jacket on over my waders, knowing it would be impossible to make happen, and walked to the back of the truck, stopping where the boat attached to the truck.
“Ummm,” I said, then screeched in surprise when a wet nose touched my cheek at eye level. “Ack!”
I ducked down and turned, coming eye to eye with a black dog that was wagging his tail excitedly.
“Thief,” Drew said, also giving a hand signal. “Sit.”
The dog sat before the command came all the way out of Drew’s mouth.
“Stay,” Drew ordered, then turned to me. “Your jacket needs to go inside your waders.”
I looked down my body at my chest again, then shook my head.
“It ain’t gonna happen,” I told him sweetly.
He tossed me a look, then hopped over the tongue of the trailer to stop in front of me.
With deft movements, he ripped my jacket off and tossed it to PD. PD caught it and laughed as I had my waders yanked all the way down my legs by the annoying man. Then he put my jacket back on, zipping it all the way up to my nose.
“Hold this,” he said, pushing my hands down at my sides.
I held them down straight as he pulled my waders up and over my arms, securing them all the way before he told me to remove my arms.
“Feel okay?” He asked.
I nodded.
“I can’t feel my toes, though,” I licked my lips. “And I might have to pee.”
He looked at me like I was kidding, then when I didn’t laugh, he sighed.
“Hurry and go,” he pointed to a spot beyond the trees.
“Do you have any toilet paper?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Wipes?” I continued hopefully.
He shook his head once again.
“Fast food napkins?” I was persistent.
“I have those!” PD ran to his truck, grabbed a whole stack about ten inches thick, and brought them to me.
I took three, causing him to laugh.
“Thank you,” I
He tossed me a grin before his eyes went back to the road in front of him.
He stopped when the trees on my side of the road opened up.
Then he turned, and expertly started to back his truck and boat—which I just now noticed— down what I assumed was a boat ramp.
“There’re are a lot of people here for it being five in the morning,” I observed as I looked around at all the trucks and boats.
Drew didn’t reply as he stopped and got out, leaving me in the truck to stare at all the people.
He came around to my side, though, and opened my door, a box in his hands.
“Put these on,” he ordered, handing me the box.
I took it and watched as he left, then turned my gaze back down to the box in my hands.
Waders?
What the hell were we doing?
Nevertheless, I put the waders on, slowly, seeing as they were so freakin’ tight that I could barely get my leg down into them.
I’d just managed to get the material up and over my shoulder to hook up the Velcro on the front when a man appeared in front of me.
“Uhhh,” I muttered. “Hey.”
The man smiled.
PD sure was a handsome devil.
I’d seen pictures on Naomi’s Facebook page, as well as her phone.
She was a stalker like that.
“You forgot to put your jacket on,” he said, pointing to the jacket that’d been in the box, too.
I wasn’t sure that the jacket had come with it, but it’d been shoved none too gently in there.
“What?” I asked.
He smiled.
“You need to put your jacket on, and then pull your waders over the top of it in case you have water that gets up over your waist. Then you won’t get your jacket wet.” He in dicated his own jacket and waders.
I took him in, then looked at my body.
The waders looked like they were painted on already. If I added the jacket, there was no way in hell I’d be able to get them up and over it.
“I don’t think they’d fit,” I said, indicating the tightness of my clothes already. “And what are we doing?”
PD just grinned and walked away, going to the back of the boat where he then proceeded to help put bag after bag into the boat, followed by chairs.
I pulled the jacket on over my waders, knowing it would be impossible to make happen, and walked to the back of the truck, stopping where the boat attached to the truck.
“Ummm,” I said, then screeched in surprise when a wet nose touched my cheek at eye level. “Ack!”
I ducked down and turned, coming eye to eye with a black dog that was wagging his tail excitedly.
“Thief,” Drew said, also giving a hand signal. “Sit.”
The dog sat before the command came all the way out of Drew’s mouth.
“Stay,” Drew ordered, then turned to me. “Your jacket needs to go inside your waders.”
I looked down my body at my chest again, then shook my head.
“It ain’t gonna happen,” I told him sweetly.
He tossed me a look, then hopped over the tongue of the trailer to stop in front of me.
With deft movements, he ripped my jacket off and tossed it to PD. PD caught it and laughed as I had my waders yanked all the way down my legs by the annoying man. Then he put my jacket back on, zipping it all the way up to my nose.
“Hold this,” he said, pushing my hands down at my sides.
I held them down straight as he pulled my waders up and over my arms, securing them all the way before he told me to remove my arms.
“Feel okay?” He asked.
I nodded.
“I can’t feel my toes, though,” I licked my lips. “And I might have to pee.”
He looked at me like I was kidding, then when I didn’t laugh, he sighed.
“Hurry and go,” he pointed to a spot beyond the trees.
“Do you have any toilet paper?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Wipes?” I continued hopefully.
He shook his head once again.
“Fast food napkins?” I was persistent.
“I have those!” PD ran to his truck, grabbed a whole stack about ten inches thick, and brought them to me.
I took three, causing him to laugh.
“Thank you,” I
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