บท 6: Chapter 6

“Up to DC.”

“Another one of your mystery runs?”

He grinned but didn’t answer.

“What can I get for you, sugar? Some pea soup like this young man is having, or some pot roast like Abe, or…”

“I’ve only got time for a cup of joe and a slice of your fabulous key lime pie, angel eyes. I need my thermos filled up too.” He handed it to her.

“You got it, handsome.”

“Belle, if you’re thinking Shane is handsome, you better get yourself some glasses, honey,” one of the other truckers called out. Everyone laughed, and again it was as if this was routine for them, as if they’d done it so often they could do it by rote.

Shane snorted and started to say something to him. His gaze fell on me, and he saw me looking at him. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

“No, sir.” I gave him a little smile, then dropped my gaze and went back to spooning the thick pea soup into my mouth. When I thought enough time had passed, I peeked at him from undermy lashes.