Maverick
“We need to stop for gas.”
“Okay.” Hannah points to the exit sign. “There’s gas here.”
“Cool.”
I merge over to the right lane, and we pull off the highway.
“Take a right, and it’s a quarter-mile from there,” she says.
“Thanks.”
This is how our conversations have gone for the past six hours. We’re only an hour to the campground, and ever since we made out in the back of my truck, we’ve been talking to each other like we’re strangers.
It’s awkward as shit.
But I don’t know how to stop it.
I don’t want to hurt her, and all I’m doing is screwing up.
When we reach the gas station, I pull in and park next to a pump.
“Be right back,” I tell her.
“Let me pay.” She thrusts her purse at me.
“I got this. I’d be making the drive anyway.”
I step outside the truck before she can insist further. The sun is high in the sky, and the Utah air is hot and arid. I look up at the clear blue sky and try to gather my scattered thoughts.
You deserve to be treated like a queen.
I’m an idiot.
Getting Hannah off is one thing. Helping her to heal from her asshole of an ex? Fine.
But I can’t let my emotions get involved.
And the way she tasted and felt on my tongue—Hannah Walsh is under my skin, and we haven’t even fucked yet.
I slide my credit card into the reader. Once it’s approved, I pull it out and then reach for the nozzle.
While I fill up, I glance into the truck window.
Hanna’s staring down at her phone. Then, she starts tapping the screen.
I shouldn’t care who she’s writing to or if she’s writing about me. I turn away, forcing myself to focus on the nozzle.
By the time I finish with the gas and open the driver’s side door, Hannah’s phone is back in the console. And she’s sitting in the driver’s seat.
“What are you doing?”
“Is it okay if I drive for a bit? I’m going stir crazy just being a passenger.” She gives me that gorgeous smile, the one that makes me want to give her anything.
“I normally don’t let other people take the wheel of my vehicle,” I say as I lean my hip against the open door.
“Can I be your exception?” She bats her dark-as-night eyelashes jokingly.
