"So dramatic, Frey," Viola said. "Well, what do you want to do?"
"Can we listen for a while? I think it'll help me focus on the road."
And beat back the headache that was forming.
"I like that idea," Tolliver said.
"Okay, I'll DJ," Viola said, connecting her Bluetooth to the speakers.
For the first time in many miles, it was quiet—or at least quieter.
I sighed, pressing my fingers into my temple, then rested my hand back on the wheel.
"If you're tired," Tolliver offered, "someone else can drive."
"No, it's fine," I said.
"You've been driving a while."
"I've got at least another hour in me."
"Stubborn," Tolliver said.
"You know it," I replied.
I drove for a few more minutes, very aware of Tolliver watching me. Pain suddenly shot from behind my eye, and as I reached for my head again, the car next to me cut ahead of us, making me swerve and slam on breaks.
"Ass," I said.
"Jerk didn't even use his directional," Lottie put in.
"Right?"
"Okay," Viola said, "I think it's time to switch drivers."
"But—"
"No buts, Frey. You've driven the whole way so far. You need rest, and I love to drive."
Tolliver spoke up then. "You look like you could use a break, Kent."
"Thanks," I said dryly.
"Didn't mean it like that," he said. "You know I think you're beautiful."
Silence filled the car as my face flushed scarlet.
"Even when you glare at me like you are right now."
Before I could think of an appropriate response, Lottie stuck her head between the seats.
"Okay, I didn't want to say anything," she said quietly, "because I know we're on a tight schedule, but I really have to use the bathroom."
"Pull over at this exit," Viola said. "We'll fill up and swap places."
Nodding, I did as she said.
After we stopped, everyone got out of the car.
