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“So you’re a pilot?” she asks, not meaning to but cutting me off.
“I guess I still am, but I mainly just oversee the business,” I tell her, watching her face relax and her body melt into mine again.
“You’re, pretty well off then?” she asks, looking up, looking quite serious.
“I guess I am,” I tell her, a little taken aback but having to smile.
“I might not look it, I guess, driving around in a beat-up old truck in jeans and boots, but yeah. I’ve done alright. I can provide for both of us… and a few more,” I add cheekily, grinning to myself at the idea.
Hoping she wants a big place, like her Dad’s, so we can fill it up with our own family.
But not next door to her Dad. Nothing like that.
Although, a place with a big tree in the yard would be nice. I kinda have a thing for that now.
I urge Faith again to start looking some stuff up on her phone, it might help us pass the time on the remainder of the drive.
Whenever I look at her, feeling her nuzzled up against me, I can’t help but think of a thousand ways to slow us both down by stopping and having repeats of what we did in the hotel.
“Uh, I think my phone died,” she says, slipping it into her pocket.
“Gimme that,” I tell her, powering it up and noticing it has an almost full charge.
“Here. Get to work, Detective Holding. See if you can’t find a place you think we’ll both fall in love with,” I prompt her, trying to ignore that look she has again.
It’s like every time she’s about to get happy, to let go and start to enjoy herself, she gets that darned look in her eyes.
Once we get to Shreveport, I tell myself.
I’ll get to the bottom of whatever it is that’s bugging her. I have to, for both our sakes.
She creases her mouth and sighs, setting to work on search engines for real estate.
“Any preference?” she asks, “I mean, do you want to live in Alaska or Alabama? Figure I’d start with the A’s,” she says with a cocking of her brow.
“I could use less sticky weather myself, but it’s up to you honey. Whatever you want,” I tell her, putting my arm around her as I notice she sets her phone to mute while she starts to bring up potential real estate sites.
A whole line of blue and red lights up ahead, getting closer a lot quicker than I’m moving towards them.
I figure it must be a dozen patrol cars, all speeding in the opposite direction.
Once they start to pass us Faith looks up, gasping loudly and clutching at my arm.
“All right,” I announce to her. I’ve had enough of this. “Just what is it with you and patrol cars, Faith? I can’t help noticing every time we see one you jump out of your skin. Now, tell me you’re not on the run. Tell me you haven’t done away with your Daddy and are only using me as an escape plan.”
I’m joking, of course. But I do mean it about her reaction to the police.
Her eyes narrow on mine in the rearview, anger flashes across them, reflecting the fading blue and reds of the law’s convoy passing us.
And then they mist up, she’s crying again. And I feel like the worst man in the world.
I’m trying to make this all so special, but it seems like once a day I’m making her cry for all the wrong reasons.Chapter NineteenFaithI don’t think I’ve ever been on a bigger emotional rollercoaster than the past two days.
Not even since my first few days at college, which took their toll.
I said I’d trust Noah, and I do. But I can’t take it a minute longer.
Knowing my Dad thinks Noah’s the rogue bandit who’s kidnapped me, while he’s smiling and laughing, telling me to start looking for a place for both of us.
I can’t figure it out, I have to tell him the truth or my brain will burst.
Noah confronts me about freaking out every time I see the police, but it’s only him I’m worried about.
“Can’t you see?” I try and tell him between sobs. “Don’t you get it? Every time I see a police car I think it’s gonna be them taking you away!” I tell him through my tears, almost shouting.
Noah looks totally confused and seeing another rest stop ahead, he pulls over, holding me close as he kisses my head, rubbing my back with his hands as he calms me down.
“Hey! What’s all this about? What’s brought all this on?” he asks in a soothing voice.
I cling to him like a child, feeling like a big baby all of a sudden, but I have to tell him. I can’t hold it in a moment longer.
