Rated: X-mas: Twice Blessed

RATED: X-MAS

TWICE BLESSED

Rachel Bo

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Rated: X-mas

Twice Blessed

Rachel Bo

This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © November 2004 by Rachel Bo

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Jenny tossed her hair, loving the way the wind whipped its eager fingers through her silken strands. Flying down I-80 from New York to California, toward a new city, a new job, a new way of life, Jenny felt genuinely alive for the first time in her life.

The radio began to buzz, and she fiddled with the dial, searching for a good hard rock station. That was one of the problems with these lonely stretches of highway -- no decent stations within range. Jenny’s mind wandered as she made her way slowly through the frequencies. After working for six years as a nurse, she had finally chucked it all. She’d never wanted to go into nursing in the first place, but her parents had refused to pay for her to get a degree in an art-related field, which was where she felt she really shined. So Jenny, ever the dutiful daughter, went to nursing school, graduated with honors, and lived the life her parents wanted her to live.

She smiled as she heard the opening guitar riffs of one of her favorite songs. Turning up the volume, she belted out the lyrics along with the band. That was another thing her parents hadn’t been able to understand -- her taste in music. For years, she’d only listened to the music she loved when out of the house. That’s the way much of her life had been -- trying to conform to the vision her parents had for her, instead of being herself.

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Once she entered the workforce, however, she discovered that she liked herself much better when she listened to her own desires. As the band on the radio sang about starting over, Jenny grinned. Being herself felt so good, she had started planning for something different barely two months out of college.

The song ended and Jenny tuned out the commercial chatter as she reflected on the past few years. It had been an exhausting time, but she had no regrets. She had picked up as much overtime as she could, and had taken night classes at the art institute. When she had her second degree in hand, she applied for an eclectic mix of jobs on both the east and west coasts.

In the end, it had all paid off with an exciting offer from a company in the entertainment industry -- a position that would capitalize on her lifelong interest in costuming and her excellent design and sewing skills. Her sample designs had landed her a job as a costume designer and seamstress with a fledgling company out in California.

Giving in to the overwhelming bubble of joy rising up inside, she let out a faint

“Whoop!” It felt so good, she whooped again, laughing at herself as the wind snatched her voice, carrying it away.

The top was down on the red Mustang convertible she’d purchased as a reward for herself when she got the news, but the bright sun baked this stretch of road in Arizona, and the warm breeze did nothing to alleviate heat like an oven. Of course, they just had to want me in August. She caught a glimpse of her sun-pinkened cheeks in the rearview mirror.

There’s no h

t ing worse than driving across the country in the hottest month of the year.

Determined to prove her wrong, a trickle of sweat meandered between Jenny’s shoulder blades, collecting at her bra strap, which clung damply to her skin. She squirmed and immediately amended her previous thought. Unless it’s a sticky bra.

Jenny glanced in the rearview mirror. Her convertible and a blue truck several car-lengths distant were the only vehicles in sight on this deserted bit of highway. Jenny

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hesitated, then shrugged. The truck was too far back for anyone inside to see what she was doing, so she reached up under her shirt, deftly unclasping her bra.

Jenny held on to the wheel with her right hand. The sleeves of her oversized blouse were loose enough for her to slip her fingers inside. Switching hands back and forth on the wheel, she managed to slip off her bra and tug it out from beneath her blouse.

“Oh!” Jenny gasped and watched in disbelief as an errant gust of wind yanked the silk from between her fingers. Mortified, she followed the garment’s progress as it floated away, dancing in the air, to land snugly up against the window of the blue truck. “Damn.” Heat rushed to her cheeks.

To her dismay, a lean, brown, unmistakably masculine arm reached out the truck’s passenger-side window and plucked her bra from the windshield. She watched, horrified, as the vehicle began to pick up speed. “Shit!”

Jenny divided her attention between the road and the truck coming up behind her.

They probably thought she was some kind of freak -- that she’d tossed her bra at them on purpose. Oh, well; she could handle a few moments of intense embarrassment.

Then another thought occurred. What if these were not nice people? What if they tried to run her off the road or something? The little convertible could probably outrun them, but she wasn’t sure. Some trucks nowadays could give a sports car a run for its money.

They usually took a little longer to get up to speed, though. Maybe if she waited until they got right behind her, then floored the accelerator, she could lose them.

Jenny watched the mirror. “Just a little bit closer,” she murmured.

With a sudden burst of speed, the pickup zipped into the left-hand lane and pulled up alongside her. A grinning bronze Adonis with the bluest eyes Jenny had ever seen leaned out the window, holding her bra. “You dropped something!”

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Jenny felt the heat flare in her cheeks again. She snatched at the trailing end of her bra and “Adonis” let go, chuckling as she tucked the wisp of fabric into the side pocket of her purse. “Thanks!” She gave a little wave as she started to pull ahead.

“Hey, wait!”

She hesitated, but those damn blue eyes were too tempting, and she felt herself slowing down until the vehicles were even again.

“Is that all we get?” Adonis’s twin, the driver, was glancing over at her now, hollering.

“Where’s our reward?”

Jenny glanced past the passenger to study the man holding the wheel. She found her attention riveted once more by a pair of brilliant blue eyes. How in the hell could there be two of this heart-stoppingly gorgeous man? The devil was definitely tempting her, and Jenny was in just the right mood to take him up on his offer.

Pulling her gaze back to the road, knowing she was being stupid, but unable to resist the imp of mischief that was urging her to play their game, she yelled, “What do you want?”

The two men shared a look, then flashed identical, dazzling smiles. “Give us a peek,”

Adonis hollered, pointing toward her chest with his chin.

The flush in her cheeks abruptly traveled downward, flooding her chest with heat, making her nipples tingle. Despite a quieter, saner voice in her head urging caution, she caught herself smiling back. They were so damn cute, with their shaggy, sun-bleached hair and dark tans. And the light dancing in their eyes was flirty and mischievous -- not dark or dangerous. Her instincts said these guys meant her no harm. And after working for years in a job she didn’t like, because she hadn’t had the backbone to buck her Dad and follow her dreams, Jenny had decided to never ignore those instincts again.

“What the hell?” she whispered to herself. At twenty-eight, she was still in fine shape, and it wasn’t like she was ever going to see these guys again. She glanced ahead, then checked her rearview mirror again. They still appeared to be the only cars on the road.

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Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she unbuttoned her blouse with one hand, the wild wind whipping her shirt-tails back, exposing her bare breasts.

Two long, sharp whistles pierced the air. “I’m in love!” Adonis whooped, hanging out the passenger window.

“Hey!” A brown hand pushed the man back against the seat, and “Adonis 2” gave her a long, lingering inspection, his quick glances smoldering with desire. “Marry me!” he hollered.

“Hell, no.” His passenger leaned out the window again. “Marry me!”

Jenny laughed, feeling confident and sexy and wicked and attractive and utterly free for the first time in a long while. “I’ll marry you both,” she said, grinning up at them. “If you can catch me!” With that, she floored the accelerator and flew down the highway, watching the blue truck dwindle to a bright dot in the distance. She took a deep breath and whooped, astonished at what she had just done, but feeling years of tension melt away like wax.

She focused on the road ahead, just in time to see that she was coming up fast on an eighteen wheeler. Jenny slowed down a little, fumbling for the buttons, fastening her blouse back into place.