“Should drop your ass off at the next exit and let you find your own way home.”
“I’d manage.I’m sure I could get a ride easy.”
“Five minutes with that mouth and they’d bring you back.”
“Depends on what I do with it, yeah?”I arch a brow and his face gets all red.
“That’s not funny, Neva, Jesus.Do you know what happens to girls who trade their mouths for a ride?They end up in a ditch.”
“It was a joke.Lighten up.”I pinch his inner thigh, and he howls.
“What the fuck?”
“Are you going to drive, or are we going to sit here and flirt all day?”
“You think this is flirting?”
“Yup,” I pop the P.
“Why would I fucking flirt with you?”
“Because you find me charming and adorable.”
“Find you annoying.”He pulls back onto the road.
I fiddle with the radio, and his gaze cuts to mine, sharp as glass.Then he grabs my inner left thigh and gives me a squeeze.My heart jumps to my throat when he flashes me a sexy smile.
“Eat your cookies, Bean.”
How about you eat my cookie?I don’t voice the response, but I’m damn sure thinking it.
My belly goes all warm and melty at the thought.
I shove sugary vanilla goodness in my mouth and crank up the radio before I say something embarrassing that he’ll never let me live down.It doesn’t take me long to grow bored with the radio and scrolling social media on my phone.There’s only so many funny cat videos I can watch before they all look and sound the same.And not to mention the fact that we are traveling at a snail’s pace.
“My grandma drives faster,” I mutter.
“I can barely see shit,” Justice grumbles back.
“Someone’s grumpy.Maybe you should have eaten a cookie.”
“You love to press my buttons, don’t you?”he switches the radio station to classic country.
I don’t push my luck by complaining.Instead, I sing along to the classics like Patsy Cline and Tammy Wynette.My mom would play their records all the time.She’d inherited her mother’s collection.When she passed away, they became mine, but I stopped playing them because they made my dad sad.
They may have been divorced when she passed, but he loved her deeply.I’m not sure if he’s loved anyone since.
“Crazy…” I sing and hum.
“Yeah.You sure as fuck are,” Justice teases.
“Ha.Ha.”
A weather alert overrides the music, warning that all roads are closed to non-emergency travel.
“Guess it’s time we found that motel.”
We travel another half hour when we finally see a sign for Deadeye Motel.It looks about like it sounds.Dreadful.An L-shaped two-story building with the room doors on the outside.But the parking lot is nearly full.
