She was too busy putting one foot in front of another and trying to remember why she even cared. She was sure Trucker would be waiting for her in the parking lot. His car was there, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was bored and she was the weekend’s amusement. He did leave rather abruptly the day before. As Julie, Tiffany, and Tori turned the corner headed to class, her eyes met his. Trucker’s arms were folded tightly against his chest, accentuating the firm curves of his biceps. An orange button up shirt clung to him. He had on a University of Tennessee baseball hat, orange and black plaid tennis shoes, and a smile that would light up heaven. Her heart fell in her stomach when she realized he was leaning against her wall waiting for her. He held up his finger and motioned for her to come to him. “Good morning, my Angel.” He reached for her hand, locking his pinky around hers. He nodded over to Tori and Tiffany. “Good morning, ladies.” His voice was irresistible.
