Page 55 of Oxygen Deprived

I’d just managed to get the material up and over my shoulder to hook up the Velcro on the front when a man appeared in front of me.

“Uhhh,” I muttered. “Hey.”

The man smiled.

PD sure was a handsome devil.

I’d seen pictures on Naomi’s Facebook page, as well as her phone.

She was a stalker like that.

“You forgot to put your jacket on,” he said, pointing to the jacket that’d been in the box, too.

I wasn’t sure that the jacket had come with it, but it’d been shoved none too gently in there.

“What?” I asked.

He smiled.

“You need to put your jacket on, and then pull your waders over the top of it in case you have water that gets up over your waist. Then you won’t get your jacket wet.” He indicated his own jacket and waders.

I took him in, then looked at my body.

The waders looked like they were painted on already. If I added the jacket, there was no way in hell I’d be able to get them up and over it.

“I don’t think they’d fit,” I said, indicating the tightness of my clothes already. “And what are we doing?”

PD just grinned and walked away, going to the back of the boat where he then proceeded to help put bag after bag into the boat, followed by chairs.

I pulled the jacket on over my waders, knowing it would be impossible to make happen, and walked to the back of the truck, stopping where the boat attached to the truck.

“Ummm,” I said, then screeched in surprise when a wet nose touched my cheek at eye level. “Ack!”

I ducked down and turned, coming eye to eye with a black dog that was wagging his tail excitedly.

“Thief,” Drew said, also giving a hand signal. “Sit.”

The dog sat before the command came all the way out of Drew’s mouth.

“Stay,” Drew ordered, then turned to me. “Your jacket needs to go inside your waders.”

I looked down my body at my chest again, then shook my head.

“It ain’t gonna happen,” I told him sweetly.

He tossed me a look, then hopped over the tongue of the trailer to stop in front of me.

With deft movements, he ripped my jacket off and tossed it to PD. PD caught it and laughed as I had my waders yanked all the way down my legs by the annoying man. Then he put my jacket back on, zipping it all the way up to my nose.

“Hold this,” he said, pushing my hands down at my sides.

I held them down straight as he pulled my waders up and over my arms, securing them all the way before he told me to remove my arms.

“Feel okay?” He asked.

I nodded.

“I can’t feel my toes, though,” I licked my lips. “And I might have to pee.”