Reese glanced at the map on the screen.
“You realize we’re comin’ up on 290 again, right?”They’d pretty much taken a fifteen-mile roundabout, rather than going straight through.
Again, Brantley didn’t respond.This time, Reese got worried.
“Okay.Pull over,” he insisted, staring at Brantley.
With a huff, Brantley shook his head.“Can’t.”
“What?Why not?”
“Because we’ve got a tail.”
Frowning, Reese glanced in the sideview mirror, looking behind them without turning around.“I seriously doubt someone followed you down a long, never-ending road.I think you’re tired.”
Brantley chuckled.“Definitely not tired.In fact”—he smiled over at Reese—“I’m energized for the first time since the last time I fucked you.”
Reese felt his face heat as it always did when his husband made a comment like that.
