Finally, the answer flashed onto her screen.
Better, the closer we get.
Shit, did he feel as if he was being forced into this? That they had to be together to relieve the horrible ache they were both feeling?
The phone flashed again.What’s wrong?
How to answer? If she said nothing, he would know she was lying. She didn’t want to lie to him, but she didn’t think texting was going to work.
I’m just worried about you.
The little graphic showed he was typing, but then that disappeared. Nothing happened. Then it showed typing again, and finally the message popped up.
Stop it.
She had to laugh so she did, and very carefully allowed a little bit of it to seep down their link.
Yes, sir.
Good girl.
She snorted.
“Hey, no sexting while I’m driving,” Cindy called out.
She flashed her friend a smile. “No sexting, I promise.”
They drove on for a couple of hours more before Cindy angled for an off-ramp. Myra felt that Adam was getting closer and closer, but he wasn’t close enough yet. “Bathroom break?” she asked.
“No, I checked while you were in the shower. According to my calculations, this will be the best place to find a hotel to wait for him. Well, probably a motel.”
It felt wrong to stop moving forward, but she had to appreciate Cindy’s attention to detail. They scanned the limited options as they drove through town, Cindy abruptly turning into a driveway. “This chain is pretty good,” she said as she found a parking spot.
“Not exactly romantic,” Cindy worried as she looked around.
“Nothing about us has been particularly romantic,” she pointed out.
Her friend frowned. “I don’t like that for you.”
Appreciating the love, Myra gave her a hug. “I need to tell him where we are.” She was starting to feel anxious, both from the lack of forward movement and the feeling that he was getting closer and closer.
“God. This is awful. I’ve laughed at wolves in this state.”
“No,” Cindy said firmly. “You have not. They weren’t inthisstate, and you know it. A bit of teasing when two wolves are on the verge of mating is one thing, this is totally different.”
“You’re right, you’re right.” She jumped up, paced. “I would have made a terrible drug addict,” she laughed, hugging herself.
“I’m so sorry you’re going through it this way. You deserve for it to have been perfect.”
“I’ve had the perfect meet-and-mate. It was great, I’m not going to lie. But it was different. I didn’t know Eric. God, I was scared then. I’d forgotten that.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah. I mean, he was a stranger, I had no idea if he would like me. I felt so young and foolish.”
“Psh, you were never young and foolish.”
She laughed. “Sure I was. I wouldn’t have been a very good teenager if I hadn’t been.”
