Fruity
Finally, the distant roar of a truck’s Jake brake alerted her to sweet relief on its way. She stole a glance behind her and caught sight of the shiny, older Kenworth pulling to a loud stop next to her. It was towing an unmarked white trailer, and judging by how much chrome the truck wore its driver wasn’t doing too bad for himself. Her pulse quickened, hoping maybe the man with obviously deep pockets would share the wealth a little and buy her some gas station food along the way. The...