With another problem solved, we jumped into the truck and hit the road once more. The comfort of the constant rumbling and pleasant company quickly returned as we drove down the freeway, westward toward Nashville.
"Question for you, Joe," Dani said as we continued down I-40. Her laptop sitting in her lap as she wore a loose-fitting blue blouse and cut-off jeans. Her bare feet rested on the dashboard as she wiggled her toes.
"Joe?" I asked, taking a quick look at her. She winked. "Right, Joe." I rolled my eyes and turned them back to the road. "Ask away."
"What's your favorite s*x position?"
I nearly swerved off the road.
"What?!" I asked turning to Dani. She held one hand on the dashboard in front of her, eyes wide in shock yet mouth wide with an open-mouth smile.
"Jesus, Richie!" sh
