Chapter 26
“Who wouldn’t want to take a dip in a gravy hot tub?”
-Celia
A loud bump and Flint’s swearing jerked me out of a deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes. It was pitch black all around us. I had no idea where we were.
“Motherfucker,” Flint swore again and slapped the steering wheel.
“What’s going on?” I blinked at him.
He turned, frowned at my chin, then turned back to look at the dashboard that was lit up like a Christmas tree.
Shoot. Was I drooling when I slept? I wiped my hands over my face. Yep. Drool.
That’s me. Ms. Sexy Beast over here. It’s any wonder Flint didn’t ravish me right here in the car.
“No way,” Flint swore.
I jerked my head toward him.
He still stared at the instrument panel. “We’re out of gas.”
I frowned. “How did that happen? We just stopped for gas.”
Flint wouldn’t make eye contact with me. “Uh. That was hours ago.”
“I’ve been asleep this whole time?”
“Yeah. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Well, I’m awake now. And it’s,” I looked at my phone. “Midnight. Where are we?”
When he didn’t answer right away, I realized we also hadn’t eaten dinner. My stomach rumbled. I blushed, then reached into the back seat for the snack bag.
“Granola bar?” I held one up to Flint’s face, but he shook his head no. Fine. If he wanted to beMr. Cranky Pantsabout this whole thing, I wouldn’t stand on ceremony. I was hungry. I bit into the chocolate chip granola bar and moaned with pleasure.
Flint swallowed. “Good?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I groaned again.
Flint shifted in the seat again. That was even better. My moaning was causing an eruption south of his border. I wanted to laugh but remembered how he’d acted all day, and that was enough to cool my jets.
I opened my maps app on my phone. “Looks like we’re about a quarter-mile away from the Dorsey Motel. We can be there in fifteen minutes.”
Flint said nothing.
I chewed loudly.
Flint said nothing.
I slurped my water.
Flint said nothing.
“This is ridiculous,” I slammed the water bottle down in the cupholder. Water splashed up and out of the neck, dousing Flint right in the eye.
He brooded some more as he wiped his eyes. I handed him a paper towel. Handy little suckers.
