“Would you go faster?” she chastised. “They’re gaining on us.”
“Would you like to drive?”
“Actually, I would.” When she reached for the steering wheel, laughing as she did, I threw back a growl on purpose.
“No, you don’t. You’re going to be a good girl and sit there. There’s a Hemi in this baby. I can easily outrun them.”
I tried, making headway after moving to a straightaway. When they disappeared from sight, I took the opportunity to make a hard left, pulling onto a less traveled road. But I floored it as soon as I did, weaving around two vehicles in the way.
She turned around, staring out the back window.
“See,” I snorted. “We’ve lost them. I was trained to outrun the best of them.”
A full minute passed and I was ready to breathe a sigh of relief when she did it for me.
Only the sound she offered was anything but one of satisfaction.
“Who were you trained by? Try again, my darling husband. It would appear they have excellent drivers. Maybe even better than you. Let me see if I can run them off the road.”
I threw a look into the side mirror first, grousing under my breath. I’d be damned if they weren’t gaining on us once again. Who the hell were these assholes?
Before I had a chance to stop her, my new bride had rolled down the window. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
She was attempting to crawl from the window with her gun in her hand. Who did she think she was, Evel Knievel? I managed to snag a handful of her dress, yanking her down.
“You will not do that. You’ll get yourself killed. And then I’ll need to make a horrible phone call that I do not want. To. Make.” With the last words, I smashed my fist against the dashboard with enough force, my beautiful companion jumped.
Meanwhile, my goddamn phone slipped from my pocket given my vehemence, bouncing across the console and directly into her lap.
I shook my head, still grousing under my breath.
“Aww. It seems my husband does care about me.”
“Of course I care, for God’s sake. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll get us out of this mess. Roll your damn window up.”
Her grin held no consideration that we were still on a dangerous precipice. If we didn’t get ourselves out of this, we would possibly lose our lives.
Damn it.
“Why don’t you let them get closer then we can shoot them. Even just the tires.”
“Maybe. Let me think about it,” I told her, even reaching for my phone.
Which of course she was going to toy with.
She pulled it away, the screen flashing on when she did.
“Whatever we do, I’m doing it,” I told her. “You got that?”
“Mmm… I like it when you get rough with me. Yes, sir. What’s your passcode on your phone?”
“My passcode? Why do you need it?”
“Just give it to me.”
I shook my head.
“You don’t trust me.”
