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“Is there an accident up ahead?” I asked, leaning forward to get a better view out of the windshield. “Or construction?”
“No road signs for construction,” Fallon said. Then, almost as an afterthought, he muttered, “I should’ve expected this to happen during a panic.”
I nodded, fully accepting Fallon’s explanation. After all, it was what we were doing. I didn’t know these people’s stories, I didn’t know if they were running from a weather-ravaged home or a virus-infected city, or if they were trying to get to a loved one. I supposed it goes back to the fight or flight response active in all humans. The response, for these people, appeared to be flight. Were we any different, despite the fact that we were running towards danger and not away from it?
Casting another glance around, it became apparent that we were trapped.
A few of the other cars must’ve come to the same conclusion, for I saw them attempt to maneuver their vehicles onto the median dividing the lanes. How they expected to get past all the cars - and the people - was a mystery to me, but I applauded their efforts.
“Does this mean we get to play car games?” Ryder, my energetic puppy, asked eagerly.
“No!” Came the immediate response from the other guys. I didn’t have to look behind me to see that Ryder’s expression would have fallen, lip protruding in a pout like a now dejected puppy.
I really had to stop comparing Ryder to a dog.
Ronan and Asher, on either side of me, burst into laughter. Ryder reached over to pinch my arm.
“I am not a dog,” Ryder growled, and I couldn’t help but think he sounded like an angry dog just then. Of course, that sent me into another fit of giggles. Ronan and Asher began laughing again as well.
“You’re one to laugh, you stupid leprechaun and feminine man!”
Oh yeah. I may have accidentally, in my attempt to compliment Asher, referred to his features as feminine. It wasn’t my fault; he truly was a beautiful man, with his symmetric face and shock of blond hair. How I was supposed to know that it wasn’t “socially acceptable” to call a male feminine?
Ronan rightly deserved his title as a leprechaun. Even in the months that had gone by, he still maintained his green tipped hair.
A sexy leprechaun, but a leprechaun all the same.
“Maybe I’ll let you sing a song,” I cooed. When the guys groaned, I added, “Just one. I don’t feel like dying just yet.”
“It wouldn’t be you that they murdered, Kitten,” Ryder said, voice tinged with amusement. I rolled my eyes.
“Fine. I don’t want you to die just yet either. Give it a couple days.”
“How you flatter me,” Ryder said with a cheeky grin.
The sound of a propeller stopped me from retorting. Pushing past Asher, I pressed my face against the glass window.
There, up in the sky, was a helicopter. A U.S.A military helicopter. No, that wasn’t right.
There wasn’t just one, but two.
No three.
No ten.
I watched, transfixed, as the helicopters whirled by us.
Where were they going, and what could possibly require an entire army fleet?
