Page 18 of Misadventures And Ms. Demeanor

"Oooh, I'll take one of those new grilled wraps they have. I've heard all about them," Esther told her.

Goldie maneuvered the RV around the building, cars honking at us, which had me glancing out the front. As she moved into the drive-thru lane, I got a little nervous, darted a glance at JT. "Um, Goldie," I called.

"I want one with ranch and all those those yummy bacon bits in there?—"

Esther kept yakking and yakking the closer we worked our way toward the drive-thru, Goldie not stopping.

"Goldie, we can't take this through—" I called out.

"Oh shit," JT muttered and launched himself at me, putting his arm up in the male 'stop short' maneuver with his arm acrossmy chest.Needless to say, he got a handful and then some. One of my nipples was very well protected beneath his warm palm.

Whack!

Goldie slammed on the brakes right after the front of the RV directly above the windshield smashed into the steel height restriction bar for the drive-thru.

JT glanced at me, several distinct expressions crossing his face all at once.Is she crazy? Did that just happen? They're real.The last was confirmed when he glanced down at my breasts before he lowered his arm.

"Holy hell in a hand basket," Goldie muttered, turning off the motor. Swiveling around in her chair toward us, she hollered, "Are you all right back there?"

I narrowed my eyes at JT and moved away from him, reliving the feel of him groping me. My nipples tingled and places further south perked right up.

"We're fine," I grumbled, not sure if I was mad he'd copped a feel or mad that he'd stopped. The man had tased me and I had the hots for him. Sheesh.

We piled out of the RV to assess the damage. Sure enough, the bar that kept oversized vehicles from going through the drive-thru was leaning against the top of the RV, the metal portion above the windshield was dented in, a perfect shape of a black pipe across the entire front.

"Huh," Aunt Velma said, hands on hips.

"Well, I'll be. Those thingsaremeant for something," Esther unnecessarily added.

"Why do they have those stupid things up there, anyway?" Goldie asked at the same time, her dangly earrings swaying as she shook her head.

"So you don't run into the top of the building by the window where you pay and get your food. See," I pointed to the side of the McDonald's. "There's a big overhang."

"Huh," Goldie repeated.

JT just sighed. "Goldie, are you good to drive?" I had a feeling he was a little skeptical, but didn't let it show.

"Sure," she replied.

"Fine, then I'll stand back there"—he thumbed behind us—"and guide you so you can back up. I'd like to get to Sturgis sometime this week."

She nodded and opened the door.

"Just don't run me over," he replied, probably very serious.

"Young man, I've been driving an RV like this for years," Goldie countered.

He just glanced up at the drive-thru bar, then back at her as if that statement held little value to him.

Goldie pursed her lips but didn't say anything.

I figured it was safer for me out of the RV, so I went to stand with JT. Esther took her big handbag and went inside the restaurant, presumably to get her chicken wrap.

JT did his usual cop routine and signaled for a driver to back up with arm motions similar to guiding an airplane away from a gate. Once that was done, there was room for Goldie to get out of the drive-thru lane.

"So, Thailand?" he asked, signaling to Goldie in her side view mirror it was clear to back up.

I crossed my arms, not sure where he was going with this. "Thailand."