side door. She caught sight of long gray hair in a ponytail.
Not Jerry.
She pushed out a long breath of relief.
Her respite was short lived as a familiar rental truck suddenly pulled into the lot and parked in the first space by the door.
Johnny was driving. She could see his cowboy hat outlined in the driver’s seat. This time, though, he wasn’t alone.
Veronica discovered she was more glad to see them than alarmed. If they’d talked to Zachary, she’d be in jail now, wouldn’t she?
Maybe they didn’t know anything about her past. Maybe Zachary hadn’t realized who she was. Maybe she’d get to speak to these two perfect men once more before they found out about her ugly past.
At the very least, she owed them an explanation for sneaking out this morning. Although, her excuse at the time was firmly rooted in the I-don’t-want-any-awkward-conversation variety. The fact that she hadn’t been arrested the moment she got to work two hours ago was a clue they didn’t know what had happened in her previous life or that it had seriously impacted their men’s club.
Perhaps she’d misjudged them. Perhaps they wouldn’t care about what she’d done or rather what had been done to her. Perhaps they’d support her, give her the benefit of the doubt, and not care that she was sort of a fugitive. She glanced at their silhouettes in the truck. There was only one way to find out.
The van at the pumps had paid with a credit card and left.
Johnny and Adam still didn’t emerge from the truck. What were they waiting for? Suddenly another thought occurred to her. She had run out without saying anything. Did they think she didn’t want to see them?
After another long moment, she raised her arm and waved at them.
Immediately, both truck doors opened and they spilled out into the night as if they’d only been waiting for a positive sign from her in order to engage.
Three strides later and they were inside the store. Adam led the way this time. Veronica glanced down at the security footage in time to see a perfect bad-assed still shot of him entering. She smiled at the knowledge that she now had access to both of their pictures for future reference.
Johnny followed him in and they both came right up to her window.
“Can I help you gentlemen with something?” she asked pleasantly.
They exchanged a glance, and Johnny said, “Is the coffee fresh?”
Adam rolled his eyes and said nothing
“The coffee is two hours old. But I could make a fresh pot, if you’re interested in waiting for it.”
Johnny smiled. “Thanks, that would be great.”
Veronica slid off her stool and walked over to her security door. She unlocked it and exited. Both of them followed her directly to the coffee area.
Her back was to the camera, which tracked her movement across the store. Over one shoulder she said, “There are cameras in here but no sound. Say whatever you want while we’re alone, but please don’t touch me.”
“That’s so unfair,” Adam said. “Now touching you is all I can think about.” Johnny punched him in the arm.
“We just came to see if you enjoyed yourself last night.”
Veronica was amazed her hands didn’t shake as several erotic images of the night before flooded her mind. She drained the old coffee from the canister and removed the grounds in the filter.
“Did the two of you enjoy it?”
Both took a step closer until her back stiffened and they stopped. “Yes. Of course. We loved it. Every moment with you was exquisite and perfect. And we want more, but only if you also liked our lifestyle,” Johnny said in a low, rushed voice. “Did you?” He paused for a moment. “Like it, I mean.”
Veronica inhaled deeply and with the breath came each of their masculine scents rushing around her as if to torture her senses in a place she couldn’t respond. If the cameras weren’t running she would have already instigated a kiss with each of them. “I enjoyed myself very much.” To be honest, given
Not Jerry.
She pushed out a long breath of relief.
Her respite was short lived as a familiar rental truck suddenly pulled into the lot and parked in the first space by the door.
Johnny was driving. She could see his cowboy hat outlined in the driver’s seat. This time, though, he wasn’t alone.
Veronica discovered she was more glad to see them than alarmed. If they’d talked to Zachary, she’d be in jail now, wouldn’t she?
Maybe they didn’t know anything about her past. Maybe Zachary hadn’t realized who she was. Maybe she’d get to speak to these two perfect men once more before they found out about her ugly past.
At the very least, she owed them an explanation for sneaking out this morning. Although, her excuse at the time was firmly rooted in the I-don’t-want-any-awkward-conversation variety. The fact that she hadn’t been arrested the moment she got to work two hours ago was a clue they didn’t know what had happened in her previous life or that it had seriously impacted their men’s club.
Perhaps she’d misjudged them. Perhaps they wouldn’t care about what she’d done or rather what had been done to her. Perhaps they’d support her, give her the benefit of the doubt, and not care that she was sort of a fugitive. She glanced at their silhouettes in the truck. There was only one way to find out.
The van at the pumps had paid with a credit card and left.
Johnny and Adam still didn’t emerge from the truck. What were they waiting for? Suddenly another thought occurred to her. She had run out without saying anything. Did they think she didn’t want to see them?
After another long moment, she raised her arm and waved at them.
Immediately, both truck doors opened and they spilled out into the night as if they’d only been waiting for a positive sign from her in order to engage.
Three strides later and they were inside the store. Adam led the way this time. Veronica glanced down at the security footage in time to see a perfect bad-assed still shot of him entering. She smiled at the knowledge that she now had access to both of their pictures for future reference.
Johnny followed him in and they both came right up to her window.
“Can I help you gentlemen with something?” she asked pleasantly.
They exchanged a glance, and Johnny said, “Is the coffee fresh?”
Adam rolled his eyes and said nothing
“The coffee is two hours old. But I could make a fresh pot, if you’re interested in waiting for it.”
Johnny smiled. “Thanks, that would be great.”
Veronica slid off her stool and walked over to her security door. She unlocked it and exited. Both of them followed her directly to the coffee area.
Her back was to the camera, which tracked her movement across the store. Over one shoulder she said, “There are cameras in here but no sound. Say whatever you want while we’re alone, but please don’t touch me.”
“That’s so unfair,” Adam said. “Now touching you is all I can think about.” Johnny punched him in the arm.
“We just came to see if you enjoyed yourself last night.”
Veronica was amazed her hands didn’t shake as several erotic images of the night before flooded her mind. She drained the old coffee from the canister and removed the grounds in the filter.
“Did the two of you enjoy it?”
Both took a step closer until her back stiffened and they stopped. “Yes. Of course. We loved it. Every moment with you was exquisite and perfect. And we want more, but only if you also liked our lifestyle,” Johnny said in a low, rushed voice. “Did you?” He paused for a moment. “Like it, I mean.”
Veronica inhaled deeply and with the breath came each of their masculine scents rushing around her as if to torture her senses in a place she couldn’t respond. If the cameras weren’t running she would have already instigated a kiss with each of them. “I enjoyed myself very much.” To be honest, given
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