Gerri Hill - The Rainbow Cedar

"Order me a margarita," Jay said. "I'm at the light." She paused and smiled. "And before you say it, yes, I'm the idiot who suggested we come at five o'clock."

She flipped her phone closed and tossed it on the seat beside her, her fingers drumming impatiently on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to turn green. Five o'clock traffic had the downtown area moving at a snail's pace, but she could see die flashing light of her favorite women's bar. Although bar was a stretch of the imagination. It was really just a greasy hamburger joint that served the best margaritas in downtown Austin.

Her gaze slipped from the red light to the street, trying to spy a parking spot within a reasonable distance when she spied something much more attractive. Tall and lean—army-green shorts hiding what appeared to be fantastic thighs, and a ball cap pulled low with a short ponytail of brown hair peeking out the back—the woman bent over and slipped her feet into brown leather sandals. Nice feet. Nice ass.

A honk behind her signaled the light had turned and Jay pulled forward, glancing to the side for one last look. But her jaw dropped open as the woman pulled her T-shirt off, her bronzed torso glistening in nothing but a bright red sports bra.

"Oh, my God," she murmured, her eyes glued to the woman who now held a crisp white tank top in her hands. She's beautiful.

But her thoughts—and her movement—were halted as her tiny, gas-saving hybrid plowed into the back of a gas-guzzling truck.

Drew jerked her head around, staring in disbelief as the tiny car rammed the back of her brand new truck before bouncing off.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered. My truck. The truck was barely a month old. She tossed the clean white tank on die sidewalk without thinking and rushed to the car.

"Are you okay?"

But she took a step back at the wide, frightened eyes that stared back at her. Wide blue eyes. In fact, the prettiest pair of blue eyes she'd ever seen. God, she's cute. And she just hit my truck.

With eyes wide, Jay gripped the steering wheel, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest as she tried to clear her head. "Oh, my God," she gasped.

"Are you okay?"

The urgent voice at her window brought her around and she stared dumbly at the woman who looked inside. Oh, my God. She shook her head slowly, hoping to be swallowed up by the pavement, or at least hoping the giant truck she'd just run into would continue eating her tiny car, but no such luck.

"Are you hurt?"

Jay shook her head again, then embarrassed herself even further as her gaze locked on the red sports bra.

"I think your door is stuck," the woman said as she pulled on it. Then she stopped and gave a lopsided grin. "Or maybe you could just unlock it? That'd probably help."

Jay could feel her face turning yet another shade of red as she hit the electric locks. The woman pulled the door open and gallantly offered her hand. Jay stared at it for a long moment before placing her own inside.

"I hear these little cars get great gas mileage," the woman said as she helped Jay out. "I don't think they fare too well in crashes though." She led Jay to the sidewalk, then went to survey the damage. "But not too bad." She dropped to her knees and looked underneath the car.

Jay's eyes were glued to her backside.

"No fluids. But I'm not sure I'd chance driving her. The front end is beat to hell."

Jay nodded, her eyes never leaving the woman as she stood again.

The woman came closer, her head tilted to the side. "Do you speak? Or are you in shock?" she asked gently.

"Oh, God," Jay murmured. She stared into her eyes, an odd color of green. Hunter green, she noted. "Can you please put a shirt on?" she asked as she pulled her glance from the red sports bra.

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry. I dropped it over there in all the excitement." She hurried the few feet along the sidewalk to retrieve it. "So, you wanted this parking space pretty bad, huh?"

It was only then that Jay realized her car was parked along the curb, next to a fire hydrant, well out of the line of traffic.

"I'm an idiot." She took a deep breath. "And I need to call the police." She moved to her car, looking for the phone she'd tossed on the seat earlier. It had fallen to the floor from the impact.

"It doesn't look like there's any damage to the truck. Maybe a little ding. I wouldn't bother with the police."

"Well, I'm sure the owner of the truck would like that option," Jay said as she bent to retrieve the phone. "Besides, I think it's required."

"Drew Montgomery. Nice to meet you."

Jay squinted in the sun. "Huh?"

"I own the truck."

Jay bent her head back and stared into the sky, silently cursing herself. "Of course it's your truck. Why wouldn't it be your truck?" Damn my luck today.

"Huh?"

Jay shook her head. She refused to tell the woman the reason she'd smashed into the back of her. And in all fairness, since it was the woman's fault for practically undressing right there on the street, if she had any sense of decency at all, she'd offer to pay the damages.

"Well, listen, I was about to go over to Rhonda's. Why don't you let me buy you a drink, something to calm your nerves? We can exchange insurance stuff there if you'd like."

"What a coincidence. I was heading to Rhonda's myself."

"One suggestion though. You might want to try to move your car. Kinda close to the fire hydrant there."

Jay looked up and down the street, not seeing another parking spot within the block. "It'll be fine."

Drew shrugged, then led the way over to the bar. Cool air conditioning hit them immediately and Jay unconsciously pulled at her blouse, fanning herself. She found Audrey at their usual table and waved.

"Oh, you're meeting someone," Drew said. "I'm sorry. I should have known."

"Just Audrey, my best friend. I was in need of a therapy session."

"Oh, I see."

Jay laughed. "Nothing that serious." She stopped at the table. "Audrey Knor, meet Drew Montgomery."

Jay saw Audrey's eyebrows shoot to the ceiling. Finally, she reached her hand out, shaking Drew's.

"Nice to meet you."

Before Drew could reply, Rhonda came over with a frozen mug, nodding in both their directions.

"Jay, here's your 'rita," she said, placing it on the table beside Audrey. "Drew? Want a beer?"

"Hi, Rhonda. Yes, please." She frowned. "Jay? Is that your name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't even introduced myself. Jessica Burns—Jay—everyone just calls me Jay." She pulled out a chair, motioning to another. "Join us."

Drew nodded, glancing at Audrey. "Is that okay with you?"

Audrey looked from one to the other, then frowned. "Wait a minute. Who are you?"

Jay laughed. "I'm sorry, Audrey. Drew owns the truck I just hit."

"You hit a truck? With that little tin can you drive? Did it survive?"

"Very funny. That... that tin can gets sixty miles to the gallon, thank you very much."

"It's going to need a lot of work," Drew supplied. "I was already parked, so I wasn't moving. My truck is fine though. Maybe just a tiny ding in the bumper."

"That's because it's a freakin' tank and gets, what, five miles to the gallon?"

Drew grinned. "Twelve. And it's a diesel."

Audrey leaned forward. "Don't get her started. Everyone's got to have a cause. Jay's is fuel economy."

"Well, it's my work truck. It's my office." At their blank stares, she pulled out a business card from her shorts pocket. "Montgomery Landscaping." She leaned back as Rhonda placed a frosty mug in front of her. "Thanks, Rhonda."

"I've seen your trucks around," Jay said. "You do new subdivisions, right?"

"Yes, mostly. How do you know?"

"I used to work for Wilkes and Bonner Designs."

"Yeah, I've got a contract with Hunt Builders. I think Wilkes and Bonner do too."

"Yes." Jay smiled. "And they're pigs."

Drew laughed. "I see. And you used to work for them?"

"I started my own design company. I got tired of doing all the work and getting little credit."

"Or money," Audrey said.

Jay shrugged. "Anyway, Wilkes and Bonner have the majority of the market. They're huge. I've got my cards all over town and can't get a builder to give me the time of day."

"Well, I also have contracts with some smaller independent builders. If you've got some business cards, I'll be happy to recommend you. Not everyone can afford Wilkes and Bonner."

"You would recommend me?" Jay leaned forward, again wondering if those eyes could possibly be that color of green. "You don't know anything about my work. You've not seen my portfolio. I might suck."

Drew raised an eyebrow. "Do you suck?"

"No. I think I'm quite good."

"Okay then. Give me your cards."

Jay opened her purse and pulled out her leather business card holder. She handed over five or six cards, then took one back. "I nearly forgot I hit your truck," she said as she turned the card over, writing quickly. "The number on the front is my cell. This is my home number and address. But you can usually reach me on my cell. I insist on paying to get your bumper repaired."

"It's just a little ding."

"Nonetheless, your truck looks fairly new. Now I've put a dent in it." She handed over the card. "Please. I feel like an idiot for hitting your truck to begin with."