“Hey, good-looking?” I call out sliding my suitcase into the back seat before jumping into the passenger seat.
Gus chuckles, “Howaya, Doll?”
My belly does a flip hearing him call me Doll. It’s new, and I absofuckinglutely love it.
I buckle up as he pulls away from the curb. I turn in my seat, so I’m halfway facing him. It becomes quiet, and I start to doubt us again. We always have something to talk about. Well, usually I’m the talker while he listens.
“Rube, alright? Does she know me boys there?” Gus asks while keeping his eyes on the road.
“No, she has no idea,” I say beaming with excitement.
“She’s going to kill me once she sees him. She was super upset with me that I couldn’t stay the weekend,” I explain feeling bad but know once Ruby sees Quick she’ll forget all about me.
Gus asks with concern laced in his voice. “She gonna be alright?”
“What, with Quick being there or dealing with Brody without me?” I question, not knowing what he’s asking.
“I mean with her cunt of an ex. I know Quick will take good care of her. He’s doting over her pretty hard.” Gus explains looking over his shoulder as he switches lanes.
Once he changes lanes, Gus looks over at me with a smile. Good-god, he’s gorgeous with his fire engine red hair totally disheveled with curls going every which way. His beard has gotten longer since I’ve been gone. I’m speechless.
“Wat?” Gus laughs.
I smile, shaking my head. I don’t want to tell him that I’m over here listing all the things I want to do to him as I am undressing him with my eyes, but the look in his eyes tells me he knows… exactly what I’m thinking. I’ve missed him.
“Doll, you’re freakin’ me out, not talkin’,” Gus says grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze before lacing his fingers through mine.
I look down at our hands intertwined. I don’t want him to let go, so I place my other hand on top, locking his hand between mine.
“I’ve missed you,” I say nervously. I don’t lift my head to meet his eyes. Instead, I keep them focused on our joined hands.
Gus squeezes my hand in response before saying in a husky voice, “Yeah. We have a lot to discuss.” Just hearing those words my heart skips a beat as it fills with anticipation. I look up to see him watching me, but something out his driver side window catches my eye.
I scream, “Shit! Look–,” but it’s too late.
A car t-bones into us, crashing right into Gus’ side door. The last thing I see is the fear in Gus’ eyes before everything goes black.