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But her stomach didn’t agree. As the churning got worse, she hurried into the woods and made it into the trees just in time to throw up. She hadn’t eaten in so long that it was painful.
The spasms eventually stopped. He barely looked at her as she came out of the trees. She stumbled toward the river, her heels catching on rocks, then sinking into the sand. She knelt beside the water and splashed her face.
“Let’s go,” he said.
She rested back on her calves, river water dripping down her cheeks. Her voice came from a place far away, a place she hadn’t inhabited since she was very young. “Did you leave many of your things in Wynette?”
“What do you mean?”
“Clothes? Suitcase?” Your Mensa card?
“I travel light. A pair of jeans, a couple of T-shirts, and a box of condoms.”
People were always on their best behavior with the president’s family. Hardly anyone other than Meg or one of her father’s seven sisters ever told her a dirty joke or made even a vaguely crude reference. People’s stiff courtesy had always annoyed her, but now she would have welcomed even a little of it, and she pretended she hadn’t heard. “So there’s nothing I couldn’t compensate you for leaving behind?”
“What are you getting at?”
Her family knew she was safe. Meg would have told them. “I really can’t go back to Wynette while the press is still there.” The press wasn’t her main concern, but she wasn’t telling him that. “I’m wondering what your immediate plans are.”
“Getting rid of you.” He rubbed his stubbly jaw. “And getting laid.”
She swallowed. “What if I make it worth your while?”
He dipped his eyes to her breasts, which her extravagantly expensive French bridal bra had improved. “You aren’t my type.”
Ignore him. “I meant, what if I make it worth your while not to do either?”
“Not interested.” He whipped the blanket off the ground. “I’m on vacation, and I’m not spoiling another day. You’re going back to Wynette.”
“I’d pay you,” she heard herself say. “Not today. I don’t have any money with me, but I’ll take care of that soon.” How? She’d have to figure that out. “I’ll cover gas, food, all your expenses. Plus … a hundred dollars a day. Agreed?”
He balled up the blanket. “Too much hassle.”
“I can’t go back now.” She unearthed a shred of the bravado she’d possessed in such abundance as a teen, before the weight of her responsibilities had straightened her out. “If you won’t take me with you, I’ll find someone who will.”
Maybe he knew she was bluffing because he practically sneered at her. “Trust me. A chick like you isn’t cut out to spend eight hours a day on a bike.”
“Maybe not. But I can manage it for a day.”
“Forget it.”
“A thousand dollars, plus expenses.”
He carried the blanket over to the saddlebags and stuffed it in. “You think I’d trust you to pay up?”
She twisted her hands in front of her. “I’ll pay. You have my word.”
“Yeah, well, Ted had that, too, and it didn’t turn out to be worth much.”
She cringed. “I’ll put it in writing.”
“Too bad your fiancé didn’t think of that.” With a scowl, he snapped the saddlebags closed.
ALTHOUGH PANDA DIDN’T TAKE HER up on the offer, he also didn’t ride off without her, which she took as a positive sign. She needed food, but more than that, she wanted comfortable shoes and a change of clothes. “Would you go back?” she shouted in Panda’s ear as he buzzed past a Walmart. “I’d like to get some things.”
Either she hadn’t spoken loud enough or he didn’t hear her because he didn’t stop.
As they rode, she let her mind drift and found herself remembering the day Mat Jorik had shown up at that ratty rental house in Harrisburg where she’d been hiding out with her baby sister during those terrible weeks after their mother’s death. He’d loomed at the front door, angry and impatient. She had a dead mother and a year-old baby sister to protect, so even though she’d been fourteen and scared to death, she didn’t let him see it.
