“Yeah, let’s hope so.”
I quickly end the call before he has a chance to ask me where I’ve been this whole time.
CHAPTER FOUR
“It’s really generous of you offering to let me stay at the cabin.” Sierra removes her scarf and tosses it into the backseat.
“You’re most welcome. I realize we just met not long ago, but I couldn’t leave you in a strange place. Not without having a way to get around or a decent place to stay. That guy at the repair shop was really starting to freak me out. I’m talking creepy with a capital C.”
“Am I just destined for bad luck? Or is this some sort of weird dream? First it was the curb, then the pothole. Followed by the broken axle. Are you sure you weren’t following me? Waiting for my car to break down?” she teases.
“I’m positive. It is sort of strange that we ended up in the same place, though.” Ironic? Yes. Fate? Who knows.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for this day to be over with.” She strums her fingers on the armrest as a rock tune plays in the background.
I swear, it feels like I’ve known this girl forever. I’m going to be really disappointed if I wake up tomorrow and discover it’s all been…like she said…a weird dream.
“I couldn’t agree more. I had plans to stop for a few groceries, but I think it can wait until tomorrow. As long asthere’s coffee for in the morning, I can make do. What about you?”
“How do you feel about a pizza? Do you think we can find someplace that will deliver? Better yet, maybe we can swing by and pick one up. That sandwich I ate earlier didn’t stick with me.”
“Pizza? Hmm, that’s not a bad idea.” My stomach begins to rumble just thinking about it.
“How far away do you think we are?” She pulls out her phone and proceeds to check for pizza places that are still open in the area.
“Shouldn’t be more than a couple of minutes. I should probably stop by and pick up the keys first, but if you want to go ahead and put in an order, we could swing by afterwards.”
“We’re not going to have this debate about whether pineapple belongs on a pizza, are we? Cause if you want to know how I feel about it—”
“Surprise me!” This girl is freaking hilarious and I try not to laugh out loud.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“Positive.” She could order anchovies and olives for all I care. I detest both, but I’d force myself to eat them if that’s what she wanted on her pizza.
“What about dessert? Because they’ve got some good looking choices on the menu.”
“Why not? After the day we’ve had, we deserve to splurge a little.”
“I like the way you think, Miles. But if I’m going to pick the pizza, then you get to decide on the dessert.”
“Fair enough. Do they have something with cinnamon? Like those little bread sticks and they drizzle the white cream on them.”
“You had to mention cinnamon, didn’t you?” She brings her shirt sleeve up to her nose and sniffs. “I swear, I can’t get that odor out of my nose. I pray my car doesn’t smell like that when they’re done working on it.”
“I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry, but that place reeked.”
“Yeah, it more than reeked. I’m just thankful he’s going to fix my car and that the insurance is going to take care of it. It could’ve been so much worse. The tire could’ve broken off while I was driving down the interstate and I could’ve wrecked.”
“Someone was definitely looking out for you.”
The keys were waiting for me in the lockbox outside of the rental agency just as the owner promised. Since I’d taken my jacket off earlier, I quickly jump back in the truck. I feel like a block of ice in a matter of minutes.
Sierra reaches up and turns the heater on high. “I can’t believe how much colder it’s gotten outside. I know it’s dark now, but it feels at least twenty degrees colder.”
“Don’t forget we’re in the mountains now. It’s bound to feel colder being at a higher elevation,” I remind her. “I just hope they have enough warm blankets at the cabin. I haven’t built a fire in ages, so it may take some time to get one going.”
“I can’t say that I’ve ever had to build one,” she shrugs her shoulders. “I’ll sleep in my jacket if I have to.”
