Whatever is going on with the three of them is because of the call Nick got this morning. I was awake pretty much from the moment Nick shifted me off him so he could get out of bed.
I felt the whole mood shift when the three of them walked back into the room.
It must be serious because Nick hasn’t barked at me once today. No angry growls, no asshole comments. He’s just let me do whatever I wanted. I’ve gotten to pick when and where we stop, play whatever music I want, and when I started talking about random shit, he didn’t shoot me any annoyed glares that meantshut up.
I’ve been telling myself that I wish Nick would stop being such a dickhead all the time, but now that he has, he’s also got a zoned-out look on his face and this absent presence. I don’t like it.
I miss the bickering. The sexy glares he’d send my way.
Honestly, the whole vibe has been brought down.
Are they having second thoughts about bringing me home?
No, that can’t be it. Ian has been all over me at every stop. Wrapping his arms around me, burying his face into my neck and breathing me in like the sexy little stalker, obsessed man he is.
Whatever it is, it has not just Nick, but also Ian and Will, out of sorts.
It’s kind of putting a damper on my excitement that this road trip is almost over.
We’ve been on the road all day, and the sun is starting to set in the distance.
The best part, though, is that the snow is gone. All fucking gone. While it’s not crazy warm, no snow is enough to make me a happy camper.
I watch out the window, taking in the new change of scenery.
My eyes have been locked on the windows, sitting forward in my seat for the past hour. Earlier today, we passed a sign that said we were in Georgia, and that had me so damn excited because if we’re in Georgia going south, the guys either live in Georgia or Florida. They said it was a sunny and warm place. Really, either would do as long as it gets me away from the snow and freezing temperatures.
By the time the sun sets, we’re just passing a sign that says Welcome to St. Mary’s.
“Thank god,” Ian groans. “I can’t feel my ass.”
“So this is where you live?” I ask.
“Yup,” Nick grunts. He either doesn’t see the point in keeping the location from me now that we’re here, or he’s still affected by whatever happened this morning.
My attention turns to him. His jaw is tight, fist flexing on the steering wheel. He’s wound up tight. And not like he normally is. I love being the reason he’s on edge—it’s fun—but this isn’t because of me. It bothers me for some reason, and I don’t like it.
After staring at him for far longer than I should, I finally turn my attention away from his handsome face and look out the window.
As we round the corner, I see something scurry into the middle of the road, the car beam illuminating the small creature. Its beady little eyes stare up at me as it stops moving in the middle of the road.It’s about to get hit!
My eyes widen, and my heart slams into my chest. “Stop the truck!” I scream at the top of my lungs as panic fills me.
“Fucking hell!” Nick roars, the brakes screeching as we slam to a halt, all of us fly forward with the force. I grunt as I nearly get whiplash.
His wild, blazing eyes fling over to me. “What’s wrong?” He genuinely sounds worried for me. But it’s not me I’m worried about.
“You almost hit the baby!” I cry, unbuckling my seatbelt and throwing the truck door open.
“What the fuck are you doing, Nova!” Nick roars.
“Nova, baby, get back in the truck.” Ian gets out right behind me.
I ignore both of them as I slowly approach the sweet baby in the street.
“Hi there, sweetie,” I coo, bending down to hold out my hand. “It’s okay. You're okay.”
It hisses at me, baring all its teeth. Poor thing is scared. I would be, too, if I almost got hit by a vehicle.
