AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I took them automatically. “What are these for?”
“We’re in the desert. It’s bright. You’re driving.” She shook her head. “How did you get through medical school again?”
The shades were a cheap truckstop throwback to the eighties. Thick plastic frames. In electric blue.
I put them on. Fuck, that was better.
She pinched her lips together to hide a smile. I had no doubt I looked like an idiot. Being in the middle of that desert she mentioned, I didn’t really give a shit. “Lookin’ good.”
“Thanks.”
She went to the driver’s side.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, crossing over to her and blocking her from opening the car door.
“What?”
The hot wind ruffled her hair, which was pulled up in a sloppy bun. Since Mallory had driven her car to the courthouse with the intention of leaving from there to drive back to Montana, it had made it easy for us to get on the road. But her wardrobe hadn’t been a comfortable option. She entered the truck stop like she was ready for a middle management job interview and came out looking…like Mallory. She was dressed down in another pair of those stretchy yoga pants and a short-sleeved Silvermines t-shirt. Fuck, those pants and her ass. And that shirt and her tits.
“You’re not driving.”
“It’s my car.”
“You’re not driving.”
She stared at me. I stared at her. And waited.
She huffed, then turned on her sneakered heel to go around the car. “Fine.”
We were back on the road, and she was breaking open a tube of formed potato chips. Horrible music blasted from the stereo. I pushed the scan button. Radio stations were few and far between. The next one that came up was a religious sermon. I hit scan again. It circled all the way around to the original station.
“I can’t believe Bridget told you about my arrest.” With her ridiculous flexibility, she put her feet up on the dash. I imagined them like that but wrapped around my waist. Inwardly, I groaned. This drive was going to be fucking long for so many reasons.
“She didn’t,” I said as I checked in the rearview mirror so I didn’t keep ogling those toned thighs.
She froze with a chip halfway to her mouth. “Then howdidyou know I was in Vegas?”
“She told me you had a court appearance. Nothing more. I think it’s time for you to fill in some blanks.”
Shoving a few chips in her mouth wouldn’t stall her for long. The canister was only so deep and we had hours to go.
“Fine,” she said finally.
I was quickly learning thatfinedidn’t mean that anything was actually fine.
She handed me the canister. “If we’re going to do this, then you need some chips.”
If it would get her to talk, then I’d eat some heart clogging chips. I stuck my hand in, grabbed a small stack and set them on my jean-clad thigh.
The blue sky was crisscrossed with contrails from planes going in and out of Las Vegas. I had to wonder if one of them was the James Corp jet returning to Hunter Valley without us.
“I flirted with a guy who turned out to be an undercover cop. He arrested me,” she explained.
“Flirting doesn’t indicate you’re a hooker.”
“I prefer call girl. It’s much more high-class,” she countered.
I couldn’t help but grin. I shoved a chip in my mouth. The salty taste was… really good.
