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“OFFMOPS gave him walking papers?” She let off the gas as they hit a patch of snow drifted across the road. The tires lost traction but didn’t send them into a slide.
“No, he was killed in action.”
“Damn.”
“You should let me drive,” he stated.
“I’m good.” Her voice held a note of brightness, as though she knew just how annoyed it made him that she was behind the wheel.
Seeing that he didn’t have much choice in the matter until she finally broke down and realized it wasn’t an easy drive, he settled back in his seat. Might as well make himself comfortable—he’d be here a while.
Nine hours, in fact.
Hours later, daylight began to fade. The sky turned to the steel gray that he’d become so accustomed to seeing and was coming to look forward to. But he wasn’t too happy that they wouldn’t actually reach that crime scene today.
He glanced over at the dashboard gauges.
“Looks like you need some gas.”
Alexia glanced down. “I’m aware.”
“There’s a good spot to fill up in a couple miles.”
“By my estimate, we’ve got a good thirty miles to go before we fill up.”
“That would be the case if there were actually a gas station out that far. There’s not. Take the exit in two miles.”
She pushed out a deep sigh. “Fine.”
When she rolled up to the gas pump, Alexia set her phone, which had been trapped between her thighs all those hours, in the cup holder.
She climbed out of the vehicle. He eyed the device, thinking to give it a quick peek to see if she was hiding anything.
He snorted. Whatever she didn’t want him to see would all be revealed once they reached the crime scene.
Knowing her phone was useless to him didn’t stop him from reaching out and touching the plastic case.
Warm from being nestled between her thighs.
His cock stirred, and he quickly retracted his hand.
Then he climbed out of the Humvee and stretched his legs. There was never enough room in any vehicle to accommodate his legs.
As soon as his boot tread touched pavement, he felt the rime of ice from the snow melting all day long.
Alexia was busy filling up the tank when he circled to lean against the side of the vehicle. As he neared her, he remembered to limp.
“We’re going to need to stop for the night.”
She gave him a flat look. “We can still make it there tonight.”
“No, we can’t. This parking lot’s already coated in black ice.”
She shifted her boots around. “No, it’s not.”
“Not where you’re standing. You’re under a roof. Believe me, Alexia, we do not want to risk it. Unless you like the adventure of spending the night at the bottom of a ravine.”
She stared unblinkingly.
