Maybe not ever.
But damn if I don’t want it.
Bad.
And this trip?
This road?
This time together?
It’s going to give me answers.
One way or another.
And when I get them?
I’ll decide what to do with her.
With us.
For now?
I press my foot a little harder on the gas.
Because I’ve got miles to cover.
And a woman beside me I’m not letting out of my sight. Maybe never again.
Chapter 8-Esme
The road trip?
It’s unexpectedly fun.
Like—really fun.
Which is probably a problem.
Because I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be enjoying myself this much while riding across state lines with my estranged-not-ex-husband, a quiet, young cowboy in the backseat, and half a million dollars’ worth of frozen bull spunk humming behind us.
Life is weird.
But also?
Kind of amazing right now.
We stop for gas somewhere in Pennsylvania, and I hop out of the truck, stretching my arms over my head with a groan.
“Oh my God,” I sigh. “I forgot how good it feels to not be driving.”
Benji shuts the driver’s side door and comes around the front, his gaze flicking over me like he’s doing a full systems check.
“Stay close,” he says automatically.
I roll my eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
