“Truckers.”
“Truckers?” He frowned, tried to engage his brain.
“Truck drivers. Well, not truckers. They might not make the best breakfasts. But they eat them. So we should go to the truck stop for breakfast.”
Ah. Okay. He glanced at the clock. Seven was a perfectly reasonable time to wake up and have breakfast. “Right. Good plan. Wait, it’s Sunday, would Olivia be working?”
“She told me she was going to go in for a half day, just while she’s getting a feel for the place and all the people. But I think not until eight.”
“Perfect. We’ll shower, call Tasha, see if she wants to join us.”
She made no move to get up. He did not attempt to change that.
“What do you have planned for the day?” she asked.
“There was that parcel of land we saw online the other day. We could go check it out.”
“That’s an excellent idea. And we can drive around, see if anything else catches our eye. After breakfast?”
“Perfect.”
She was tracing patterns on his chest again. A spiral and a J, if he had to guess.
“It’s a good plan,” she said, after a few more minutes.
“Yes.”
She still didn’t move, and he couldn’t keep from laughing.
He got up, slung her over his shoulder, and headed to the shower with her smacking his ass.
They managed to share the shower and not take too long with other activities. While she dried her hair, he answered a text from Adam. He waited until she was done with the dryer and gave her the update.
“Adam texted to say he’s supposed to come talk to us and find out our thoughts on the visitors. I told him he could meet us for breakfast, come for dinner, or we could just tell him in five seconds what our thoughts are.”
“Which are?”
“Janet and Brenda are no, everyone else is yes.”
“Okay, yeah, I guess it is that easy. What did he opt for?”
“He’s meeting us at the truck stop. Said he’s been wanting to check it out, too.”
They were on their way in short order, having decided not to be stupid adults who called a teenager at eight on a Sunday morning.
When they got to the cafe attached to the truck stop, they asked a waitress where they could find the manager. Her look was highly suspicious as she went to a phone, keeping her gaze on them the whole time she spoke. It wasn’t any less negative when she told them Mrs. Keogh would be a couple of minutes, and they could go ahead and take a seat in the diner.
Jonas was still debating on which greasy breakfast he was going to want, while being impressed that the menu also offered a selection of healthier options, when both Adam and Olivia joined them.
“We don’t want to interrupt your work, we just wanted to say hi and check the place out. We haven’t been here before,” Cindy told her.
“I can sit a minute. Have you ordered? The food is pretty good, as long as you’re expecting truck stop diner food.”
“That’s exactly what we’re hoping for,” Jonas assured her.
They gave their orders to the waitress, who had been watching for a signal from Olivia.
“We were going to ask Tasha if she wanted to come, too, but then it occurred to us that waking her up on a weekend wouldn’t really endear her to us.”
