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“Yeah. I’ll fucking call.” Kevin sighed, leaning into Percy’s hand. He was disappointed that he couldn’t fix this himself, and the worry that Sebastian might catch up to them soon was nagging him.
What good was being an angel if he couldn’t cough up a miracle?
Kevin returned to the truck to rifle through the glove box so he could find his insurance paperwork. He got the number for roadside assistance to make the call while Percy entertained himself by summoning a small lawn chair and an umbrella, lounging beside the truck while Kevin was stuck on hold.
The operator Kevin spoke with promised him that there would be a tow truck out there in an hour.
The hour ticked by, no one showed, so he called again.
More promises, more waiting, and it was getting dark now. People kept driving right by them, but no one stopped to offer aid. Kevin couldn’t blame them. He’d probably be leery about stopping to help two strange men, especially with Percy now sunbathing in nothing but a tiny pair of speedos.
Once the sun dipped down in the sky, it was becoming clear that no one was coming to help them anytime soon.
A final expletive-filled call got Kevin another promise for aid, but now they weren’t coming until first thing in the morning. There had been a multi-car collision further down the interstate earlier that day that had caused a big pileup, hence the massive delays.
Great.
“Fuck it.” Kevin tossed his cell phone into the truck with a scowl. “Guess we’re not getting any help tonight.”
“No?” Percy asked from his lounge chair.
“No, some huge wreck on the interstate has everybody tied up. They don’t think anybody will get here until tomorrow morning. We can just camp here.”
Percy grimaced.
Kevin offered him an apologetic smile. “I can probably pull upClose Encounterson my phone…” He gestured toward the silhouette of Devil’s Tower standing against the sky of oranges and pink as the sun continued to drop. “We could have a cozy movie night.”
“Camp?” Percy looked around in horror. “Here…?”
“It’s fine! We can’t just leave the truck and walk.” Kevin gestured to the wilderness around them. “I brought all my gear. We’re good to go.”
“Gear? What gear?” Percy wrinkled his nose. “Are you referring to the dilapidated pup tent I saw you grab back at your place?”
“My tent is perfect! Don’t be such a princess.”
“What are we supposed to eat? Dirt?”
“I have some snacks and stuff!” Kevin walked back to the truck, reaching for the tent bag he’d stashed in the bed.
“Snacks?” Percy followed, clutching his chest. “Snacks, you said? No, that simply will not do. While I may not have the power to teleport or break that ward, you can be sure I will find it in myself to summon habitable sleeping quarters and adequate sustenance.”
“Seriously?” Kevin dropped the tent bag with a frown. “You’re gonna waste your energy on some burgers or some shit? I’m telling you, I got this!”
“And what would you have us eat? Some dirt with a side of cactus? Maybe that lump over there by the road that appears to be a very misplaced armadillo?”
“Ew, stop it.” Kevin snorted, grabbing his duffle bag out of the back. “Here.” He unzipped the largest compartment and grabbed a chocolate mint Cliff bar. He tossed it to Percy. “Food!”
Percy caught it, looked at it, sneered, and then promptly dropped it. “No.”
“Sorry my shit isn’t good enough for you, your highness.” Kevin picked up the Cliff bar. He opened up the wrapper and took a big bite.
Percy made a face like Kevin had taken a bite out of the possibly misplaced armadillo. “Please. Allow me.”
There was suddenly a large tent beside the truck. It was more than large enough to fit two grown men and then some, but Kevin had a feeling there was more to it.
“What’s in there? Best Western?”
“A princess gets what a princess wants,” Percy replied coyly. “Why don’t you take a look, hmm?”
