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Quinn smirks. “As opposed to walking out here, in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a crazy man wielding a chainsaw to attack us?”
“Good point. I wish I had my knife,” I say, reminiscing about the days when all the safety I needed lay in my boot.
“Such a boss,” Quinn comments, winking playfully at me.
“I’d feel better if I had my Colt. Where did that end up?” I remember him confiscating it when I pulled it on him.
“It’s in my backpack,” he replies, but thankfully doesn’t mention why he has it.
I nod and let it go, realizing he won’t return it, which troubles me. Does he not trust me? I promised him that I wouldn’t run, and I meant it. Plan B doesn’t require me to run, so that’s why I was able to make that promise to him.
“Hey, up ahead,” Quinn says, nodding toward the road.
Squinting, I make out a bright orange VW camper van driving at a steady pace down the hill. “You think they’re nice?” I ask, hooking out my thumb while walking backward.
Quinn follows my motion and chuckles. “Probably not.”
The van sees us, and surprisingly, it pulls over a few feet away from us.
“I am so going to regret this,” I mumble as Quinn and I approach the passenger window.
Quinn throws me a carefree grin, and when we’re inches away from the van, he mutters, “Whatever happens, just roll with it, okay?”
I cock my eyebrow, puzzled. “Why—” I stop midsentence as I hear him address the van’s occupants.
“Thanks for stopping, y’all,” he says in a thick Southern accent.
I nearly fall over my feet when I hear him speak because, yes, Quinn has aslight,almost nonexistent Southern twang, which becomes somewhat stronger when he’s tired or angry, but I’m presuming he’s now neither, so I wonder what the hell he’s playing at.
“That’s okay,” says the young brunette female driver while checking Quinn out.
“Where’re you headed?” pipes up the passenger, also giving him the once-over.
“Wherever you’re willing to take us,” he replies in that ridiculous fake accent.
These girls will undoubtedly see through his bullshit and drive off, thankful they didn’t pick up two strangers.
But they don’t.
“We’re headed into South Carolina to see The Blizzards. We can take you that far?” says yet another eager brunette from the back seat as she leans between the two front seats, eyeing Quinn.
Great.
Quinn looks at me as I stand behind him, totally against getting into the van. But what choice do I have? This might be the last car we see for hours, and the prospect of being out here with all this country air and country…bugs has me taking a step toward Quinn.
“Whatcha think, Mabel?” Quinn asks, his mouth twitching as I take a visible breath.
Mabel?Really?
“I think that’s a peachy idea,Theodore,” I reply in an accent that is just as bad as his.
“Well, all right then,” Quinn replies, and he has the gall to tip his baseball cap at them in gratitude.
All the girls giggle and flutter their eyelashes while I’m about to puke in my mouth. I’m pretty sure that only works if one is wearing a cowboy hat.
The side door squeaks open, and the eager brunette from the back seat greets us. “Welcome aboard. I’m Bridgette,” she says, gesturing for us to enter.
“Thanks,” I mumble while stepping into the bordello on wheels and sitting in the back.
