“I know we’re not, but I need to know what to be aware of when I look in the rearview mirror.”
“Okay.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Taylor’s fingers texting and then she put a finger on the map. She mumbled under her breath and then said, “At the next light, go right. Then at the next light, take another right. The third stoplight, go left.”
“You’re sure?”
I quickly looked in the direction of my cell phone in her hands when I saw the screen light up. My eyes went back to the road.
“Is that Daniel?”
“Yes. Wade is driving a black Mercedes sedan. It’s a newer model.”
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “That’s a bit out of character, wouldn’t you say?” I asked.
“Definitely. For a humble, simple man who lives in desolate Sweden and is supposedly trying to start up a church, the new Mercedes isn’t what I’d expect.”
“Someone is feeding him.”
Probably Layton Smith.
I saw a sign on the side of the street indicating the bridge was coming up.
“Are you sure we want to take the bridge?”
“Yes. It’ll put us on the route to Solsidan. We’ll go across the bridge and run into route 222, which takes us through Solsidan.”
“Okay.”
I had no choice but to trust her quick directions. She’d ended up being correct, and when we crossed the bridge, I relaxed.
“Can I ask you something?” Taylor looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to elaborate. “Why were you so quiet last night?” I asked.
“What?”
“When I made you come, you were quiet.”
“Seriously, Sawyer?”
“Seriously.”
“This isn’t the time for this discussion.”
“Well, it would be an awkward conversation to have with Aria’s family in the car—”
“Sawyer! Focus!”
“I’m focused. We’re on route 222. Next stop Solsidan. See? Focused. Now answer my question.”
A heavy silence hung between us as miles passed by in a blur. Taylor still hadn’t said anything after the third mile, so I prompted her for an answer again.
“You were pretty vocal before. Moaning and hissing when I licked your clit. But then you went silent on me.”
“Sawyer, this is not the time.”
“I’ve never had a woman do a 180 on me like this. I’ve been with women who are naturally quiet in bed, but you weren’t quiet until you came.”
“Sawyer, please stop.”
“And you wonder why Michael will never promote you,” I mumbled.
