Clearing his throat, Trevor muttered, “Be right back,” as he and Derek exited the van and headed into the small store.
Jake’s fingers ran across the top of her arm. “How are you feeling?”
She held back a shudder from his touch. “Okay. A little achy, but that’s to be expected.”
“I’ll make sure Trevor gives you something for the pain.”
“Ibuprofen will be fine.”
“He has something stronger if you need it.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to be loopy. Besides, I have a feeling I won’t need any help getting to sleep.” On cue, a huge, unattractive yawn hit. Olivia quickly covered her mouth.
Jake’s lips turned up. “We’re almost there. You can get cleaned up, put some real food in your belly, and get some well-deserved rest.”
As promised, Trevor and Derek returned after only a brief absence. They settled back into their seats, and Trevor handed her a large, plastic bag.
“They didn’t have much to choose from, but it’ll be something clean to wear until we can get you home. I also picked up a few other things I thought you might need.”
Olivia covered Trevor’s hand with hers “Thank you.”
He just grinned and nodded. Derek, however, leaned up between her and Jake, and flung another sack over the back of their seat.
“I picked up a couple things for you, too, boss. Some clothes and other...essentials.” He winked and patted Jake’s shoulder before settling back into his seat.
Something about the way he said it made Olivia want to rip into that dang sack and see exactly what Derek bought.You already know.
“D.” Jake’s single-letter warning was clear, but it didn’t seem to faze Derek.
He put his palms in the air. “Hey, man. Just thinkin’ of you.”
Jake’s only response was a grunt, but Olivia smiled. She could easily grow to love Derek. Her eyes slid to Grant, who was sitting silently in the front of the van.Yeah, the jury’s still out on that one.
Once at the motel, Derek and Trevor went to check in. When they came back to the van, Trevor handed Jake a plastic key card.
“You’re in room one twenty-five. Derek and I are right next door in one twenty-six, and Grant is on your other side in one twenty-four.”
As the men unloaded their bags from the back of the van, Olivia grabbed Jake’s arm. “Which room am I in?”
He looked right into her eyes and said, “You’re with me.”
