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“Awhat?”
“A Belieber. A member of Justin’s fanclub.”
For fuck’ssake.
Not only do I have to listen to this shit, but now, Willow also thinks I’m his biggest fucking fan with posters of his mug splattered all over my bedroomwall.
“I’m not, let me repeat, I’m not a member of his fanclub.”
“I believe you.” A smile still dances on her moistlips.
“Appreciateit.”
“You’re the President ofit.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling as a light chuckle echoes from my chest. “Oh, come on, you honestly can’t believe I listen to thisshit.”
“The evidence is clear, counselor. His music is on yourradio.”
Thunder roars through the sky so loud, I can’t hear Bieber, and rain smacks into my windshield.Fuck.
“And look at that. God knows you’re lying,too.”
“Or the weather predicted a seventy percent chance of thunderstorms, but I hoped it’d be in ourfavor.”
At least it waited until after the auction to pour helldown.
The windshield wipers squeak when I shift them to high, and Willow turns down the music, reading my mind so that I can focus better on the road. My headlights shine brightly as the sky turns a deep shade of black even though it’s only aftersix.
I lower my speed and get better control of my view on the road when a loud pop rings out, and my steering wheel starts to shake. The ride gets bumpy, and Willow hangs on to her seat belt forstability.
I pull the truck over and park it before slamming my hand against the steering wheel, causing the horn to blareout.
“Motherfucker,” Imutter.
“What?” Willowasks.
“We have aflat.”
She stares at me as if it’s not a problem. “You know how to change a tire,right?”
I nod. “It helps if you have a sparethough.”
Her jaw drops. “You’re kiddingme.”
“I wish I were.” I feel like a defeatedasshole.
This puts a damper on our almost perfect day. We’re stranded in the rain, and instead of tacos, I’ll be giving her Maven’s fruit snacks as the finalcourse.
“No big deal. We’ll call a tow truck. I’ve been in bigger messes than this in mysleep.”
“One problem with that.” I pull out my phone to show her the screen. “No service. Tell me you havesomething.”
She snatches her purse from the floorboard and rifles through it before finding herphone.
Horror takes over her face when the screen comes tolife.
“For real?” she shrieks, throwing her hands up in the air. “We’re in the ass crack of no-man’s-land stranded with no spare tire. This is straight out of a horror movie.” She turns around and lays her gaze out the back window. “Swear to God, if a meat-truck-driving serial killer pulls up, I’m making a run forit.”
