“Yeah, well, you should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t really have to go then.”
“A minute ago?”
I laugh and shake my head.
“It’s fine, we can get off. There’s gotta be a gas station or something. I should fill up again anyway.”
“Good, so you can’t hate me,” I joke.
“I’d never hate you.”
Wesley takes the next exit and pulls into the closest gas station as promised.
When I get back out to the truck, Wesley hasn’t returned yet. I stare out the window, people watching while I wait. And when he comes out of the gas station, I watch him walk the opposite direction of the truck, following a middle-aged woman to her car. I’d bet she’s having some type of car trouble. Wesley looks like the type of guy who would be of help, and he really is.
I watch them walk to a gas pump. He gets out his wallet and swipes his credit card.
What is he doing?
She gives him a hug, and he proceeds back towards the truck, tucking his wallet in his pocket and shoving his hands in his sweatshirt as the wind blows harder. It almost looks like it could snow.
“What was that?” I ask when he gets settled.
“Overheard her at the register. Wanted ten dollars on that pump.” He starts thetruck.
“So…what? You paid for it?”
“Yeah, but a full tank.” He adjusts the heat before he starts driving.
My heart swells to twice the size. Like, are you kidding me? That makes me want to cry with how sweet it is.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he says, almost as if he’s offended.
Changing my facial expression immediately, I look away. “I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.” He chuckles.
“I just think that’s really sweet is all.” I look out my window, watching snow flurries start to fall.
The way I feel about Wes right now…is different. Unexpected. I’ve always classified him as one of my brothers, but this is not atallthe same. This is something new, something that makes my stomach twist slightly, and a weight in my chest makes it hard to breathe.
I’m not entirely sure what to make of it.
Chapter 19
Addison
Driving along, we get back into North Dakota. Only two and a half hours to home. It’s been dark for a while now. I’m not a fan of driving at night, but I’m exhausted so I lay my head back in the seat and close my eyes.
“Tired?” Wesley asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum.
“Yeah, I was just checking. I can’t really see you, so I wanted to make sure you weren’t upset,” he explains.
“No, I’m not upset. I think the Dramamine is giving me some type of drowsy side effect though.” I yawn.
