I guess I should be happy that it’d gotten me here today.
Hopefully, Jasper hadn’t left yet.
It took another ten minutes of walking and freezing my butt off before I realized luck was on my side.
But barely.
I hurried toward his truck and walked right up to his driver’s side door.
I watched as he caught the cramp in his leg and banged his head on the steering wheel a few times before he finally looked up.
Which he did when I knocked on the window.
He looked over and blinked.
He rolled the window down and said, “Where’d you come from?”
I pointed down the road and said, “My truck died.”
He shook his head. “Great. Get inside.”
I walked around the hood just as he started the old truck up.
Maybe that was where I went wrong.
I should’ve gotten an older truck.
Maybe one with less computer shit that could mess up. Then again, I had no clue if it was the electronics causing the issue. Maybe I should just throw the entire truck away and start over…
He pulled out of the parking lot and drove right past my truck.
Neither one of us said anything about it as he drove.
I’d call someone. But not today.
Maybe the day after tomorrow when there wasn’t a ton of shit going on.
“Where are you going?” I asked when he took a left instead of the right that would take him to the main road out of the small town.
“I’m fucking starving,” he admitted. “We’re going to whatever is open.”
I knew of at least four places that were open. Mostly because I’d planned on skipping out on the Truth Teller Christmas party early and hitting up several of the open places for a smorgasbord of food to be eaten in my bed late into the night.
Yet, now, I felt like that wasn’t going to be an option for me.
If I had to get a ride to the place, I’d have to get a ride back. And that meant that I couldn’t ask for one until someone was ready to go.
And I really only felt comfortable asking four people max. My sister. My brother-in-law. My younger brother. Or the man sitting beside me.
I pointed at a Whataburger and said, “They are.”
He pulled in and parked the truck.
“Any way you could go in and get us food? I’ll pay.”
I refrained from pointing out that he could’ve just as easily gone through the drive-through.
I unbuckled my seat belt and held out my hand. “Sure.”
