Hang Tough(88)
Riss shrugged. “It’s something to keep in mind. Because it sounds like music is where your heart is.”
“It’s where my skill is; I’ve been playing since I was four.”
“What’s your college degree in again?”
“History with concentration in medieval and Renaissance studies.”
“Dude.”
“I know, right?”
“Well, it is unique. Maybe one of them online colleges are looking for someone to teach classes.” She snapped her fingers. “You know what I just remembered? Theresa, a chick in the book club? She works at the Casper Community College. She could totally put you in touch with someone in the right department. We’ll ask her about it at book club in two weeks.”
“That sounds awesome.” She grinned at Riss. “Has anyone told you today that you’re brilliant? And generous?”
“No. But the guy with the ’67 Chevy told me I had great tits.”
The breakneck way Tobin’s truck barreled up the drive . . . Jade knew he had a one-track mind: getting her naked as soon as possible.
He hopped out of the cab and headed toward her at a good clip. He only slowed slightly when he saw Riss. “If it’s not my favorite stock transporter. How are you, Riss?”
“I’m jealous my buddy Jade can ride the cannon you’re packing in your pants anytime she wants.”
Silence.
Jade couldn’t look at Tobin.
And she sort of wanted to kill Riss.
Then Tobin laughed. “Your loss, darlin’.”
“Congrats for hitting the genetic lottery.” She held her fist for Tobin to bump—which he obliged. Riss laughed. “I think Jade wants to crawl under the table right about now.”
“Or smack you with the chair like on World Federation Wrestling,” she grumbled.
“Tobin understands that as my new BFF, you and me are sharing some stuff.”
“A minimal amount of the naked stuff,” Tobin warned Jade.
“No worries. She didn’t go into detail.” Riss started down the steps and blew Jade a kiss. “I’ll call you later in the week.”
Jade didn’t look at Tobin until Riss was in her van. “Are you mad that I had girl-time sex chat?”
“I guess it’s better that you told Riss that I have a big dick, than I am a big dick.” He grinned at her. “Go upstairs. Get naked. I’ll be right up.”
“Are you going to punish me?”
“Nope. I’m gonna reward you.”
“For what?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “I need a reason? Fine. It’s Tuesday.”
“That works for me.”
Chapter Twenty-one
“You sure you don’t mind going along with me?”
Tobin took Jade’s hand. “They just want to meet you in an informal setting.” He kissed her knuckles. “It’ll be fine.”
“Will I have to buy a uniform?”
He frowned. “Uniform? We don’t wear uniforms.”
“But you do wear chaps and spurs, right? I never get to see you in those. I imagine the cutout in the back frames your tight little butt and the front accentuates that delicious meat club.”
“Jesus, Jade.”
“You’re blushing. You’re so cute when you blush. Pull the truck over and let’s have a quickie.”
His tiger was nervous. With him she’d babble from nerves, but the second she was in a group of strangers she’d clam up completely. “No quickie for us. But I appreciate the offer.” He kissed the back of her hand. “You want to work here. It means we get to be together, remember?”
Jade reached over and stroked his cheek. “How could I forget?”
“You happy?”
“With you? Very.”
At the main entrance to the Split Rock, Tobin downshifted and they bumped into the parking lot.
“How long will this take?”
“Not long. I assume most people brought their kids. They tend to get a little wild.” Especially Janie and Abe’s boys. Those two were hell on wheels.
Dust blew up around them as they crossed the parking lot. Tobin had gone with his usual boots and jeans, but opted for a short-sleeved shirt and his dress hat. He shot a look at Jade out of the corner of his eye. She’d worn a red and white floral sundress with white sandals.
“You’re sneaking looks at me. Am I underdressed or overdressed for this job interview?”
“It’s not an interview, tiger. You’ve got the job so stop worrying.”
On the top stair, Tobin curled his fingers around the side of her neck and stroked the edge of her jaw with his thumb. “I’m so fucking proud of the fact you’re my girlfriend.”