“I’ve got good news and bad news,” Justice tells me as I secure my seatbelt.
“Okay?”
“Which do you want first?”
“Does it matter?”
“Guess not.Good news is they had your cookies.”
“And the bad?”
“Storm is worse than predicted.Temps are dropping, and they’ve already closed roads near Blackwood.They got about three inches of ice in the past hour.”
“What’s that mean for us?”
“Travel as far as we can and get a couple of rooms somewhere until the roads clear and hope we don’t lose power.”
“As long as they allow pets.”
“Don’t worry.I’ll keep your pussy warm.”
He did not just say that, did he?Heat floods my cheeks and spreads down my neck.
“The little fucker is growing on me.”He reaches back and wiggles a finger at Mr.Tinkles.
Right.He meant my cat, not my actual pussy.
Slightly shaking my head, I return his smile.“Give me my cookies.”
“Don’t touch my radio.”
“Technically, it is more mine than yours.This is my dad’s car.”
“Bean, who’s driving?”
“What’s that have to do with anything?Everyone knows the passenger is the DJ on a road trip.”
“Wrong.It’s the driver.”
“Besides, I have better taste in music than you do.”“That’s debatable.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Just shut up and eat your cookies and let me worry about the radio.”
“Why don’t you shut up and drive and let me worry about it.”
“I’m this close…” he pinches his fingers close together but doesn’t let them meet.
“To what?”
“Pulling you across the console and spanking your ass like your old man should have done when you were little.Maybe then you wouldn’t be such a brat.”
“If you think you’re big enough.”
“Oh, Bean.I’m big enough all right.”He grabs hold of me and starts pulling me toward him.
“Are you crazy?”I smack at him, but I’m no match for this asshole’s strength.
