“Yeah, okay,” I forced out. Ali never had the best track record of driving, but that was back when we were teens. She’d been driving just fine for the past decade on her own, so I had nothing to worry about…right?
Wrong.
I was so wrong.
“Ali, Ali, Ali, wait!” I grabbed the Oh-Jesus handle and held my breath as a car just barely squeezed by us. These roads were incredibly narrow. “Get over,” I yelled at her.
She looked over at me in question. “Over where?”
“Don’t look at me, look at the road!”
“What?” She snapped her head forward. “You yelled at me, so I looked at you! That’s your fault.”
“Ali, you were almost in the middle of the road,” I gritted out, practically holding my breath. My chest felt tight, way too fucking tight.
Her eyes drifted to mine again and she laughed. “No, I wasn’t. You arewaytoo high strung about this.Relax, JP. I’m used to these roads. I’ve done this drive at least ten times,” she explained, taking her hand off the wheel to push her hair behind her ear.
“Hands on the wheel.”
She side-eyed me. “Okay, now you’re just being ridic—”
A yell ripped from my throat.
She yanked the wheel to avoid the car on the right side of us, which was probably another tourist because they were drifting into our lane, then she almost crashed into the brick wall to our left, then she finally righted the little car.
My ears rang from the shock of what just happened.
A second later, she looked at me with wide eyes. “Nowthatwas not my fault!”
My eyes slowly met hers. And then we were both struggling not to laugh, which was completely ridiculous. It’s like my body didn’t know how to react from the shock of what just happened.
Her cackles filled the car. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry. Don’t make me laugh. I’m crying!”
“Me too,” I said, holding my chest.
“No, you’re not,” she said through her laughter.
“I am on the inside,” I said evenly, struggling to keep a straight face. The sound of her laughter was contagious, and I wanted to keep it going.
“I’m shaking,” she said, not even able to talk because she was laughing so hard.
“Me too,” I said, playing it up.
“I’m sorry, but that wasyourfault, too.”
My eyes widened in disbelief. “Myfault?”
“You distracted me, or else I would’ve been prepared for that asshole.” She lifted her hand to wipe her tears.
“Hands on the wheel,” I ordered.
“I can’t see through my tears, Jameson,” she complained, still shuddering with laughter.
“Then maybe I should drive?”
“Ha! In your dreams, buddy boy. Ilovedriving on the other side of the road,” she said, grinning at the windshield. “Gives me an adrenaline rush.”
“Dear God,” I mumbled, rubbing my jaw to hide my grin. “We need new ways to get you adrenaline,” I mused. “Just get us there in one piece, please. I’m not watching anymore.”
