I let out a sigh of relief as she does her business and stands up, pulling her pants back to where they should be.
“Uppies!” she demands.
I pick her up, grab my wallet and phone, before heading back out of the room. Hopefully after this she’ll go back to sleep and the next time she wakes up she’ll be more coherent.
“Did you have a good stay?” the receptionist asks as I hand her the keys.
“Yes, thank you,” I reply.
Before she can say anything else, I walk out of the hotel and get Mila into the car before getting in myself. I look over at her and take a deep breath.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” I mumble to myself.
CHAPTER 6
MILA
Groaning, I blink several times before turning and looking at Tobias driving.
“Why is it so bright?” I ask. “Didn’t we just leave a couple of hours ago? Shouldn’t it be dark by now?”
Tobias briefly looks at me before focusing on the road. “Good afternoon, sleepyhead. Do you feel better?”
“Afternoon?” I sit up. “Where are we? Shouldn’t it be nighttime?”
“We stopped at a hotel last night. You slept through the whole night and briefly woke up when we got back in the car. Do you not remember anything?” he asks.
“No,” I mumble. “How long have we been on the road?”
“We have seven more hours in our drive. We’ve done a total of eight hours,” he replies. “Do you want to stop for lunch? You haven’t eaten anything since I picked you up.”
I open my mouth to tell him no when my stomach grumbles. Cheeks flushing, I look away from him.
“Perfect timing. We’re almost in a big city where it’ll be easier to find anything you want to eat. Are you craving anything?” he asks.
“Fries,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“Okay, we can get fries for you, but you also need something else. Something that is going to fill you up. Do you want a burger or a steak?”
I shake my head. “Just fries.”
“No.”
My mouth hangs open as I look at him. “No?”
“You heard me. I said no. You are going to have something else with your fries. So you can pick a burger or a steak. If you don’t want to, then I can pick one for you.”
I push my bottom lip out as I turn to face him. “I just want fries.”
“Is this how your diet has always been?” he asks.
“There is nothing wrong with it. I get the calories I need to keep me going,” I grumble.
“A lot of the wrong calories. You need meat to be able to sustain the energy your body needs. So you decide. Burgers or steak?”
“Neither.” I cross my arms over my chest and look away.
“Steak it is,” he decides. “If you change your mind, just let me know.”
