Crushing On The Geek (Crushing on You 4)

“Guilty conscience, I guess,” Tamara closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat.

“There was a damn bug trapped in my room last night and I couldn't find it.”

Tamara arched an eyebrow and opened her eyes.

“You too?”

“Huh?”

“A moth or something woke me up last night and then this morning I found tiny hand prints on my mirror.”

“What do moths and hand prints have in common?”

“I don't know,” Tamara yawned, “I haven't heard that one before.”

“It wasn't a joke,” Hayden smiled at her in the rear view mirror, “It was a serious question.”

“Oh, I don't know, but the hand prints were itty bitty,” Tamara said, raising her hands in front of her holding her the pads of thumb and index fingers less than an inch apart, “Tiny little hand prints.”

“I think you're sleep deprived, Tamara,” Hayden laughed, “Moths don't have hands.”

“No, duh. I don't know what it was. I've just had a weird feeling since yesterday.”

“Since the apples?”

“Yeah, since the apples. I don't think we should have stolen them.”

“You can't steal from an inanimate object,” Hayden yawned.

“Yeah, but Greg left them there....” Tamara tried to explain.

“Even if we didn't eat them someone else would have.”

“I don't know if that makes it better or not.”

“Maybe not, but we can't change that now.”

“What if we really did screw with the team's luck though, Hayden?”

“Once again, Tamara, I have to say it, I think you're suffering from lack of sleep.”

“Maybe,” Tamara said, closing her eyes again.

Tamara drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up again until the car pulled into the parking lot of a small diner.

“We're here already?” she asked, stretching her arms above her head, narrowly missing stubbing her finger on the roof of the car.

“Yeah,” Hayden nodded.

“Sorry, I fell asleep.”

“You were tired.”

“I haven't had any coffee yet.”

“Well, the coffee here sucks from what Greg and Cindy said, but you'll have to make due.”

“I don't drink coffee for the taste,” Tamara said, getting out of the car and stretching her legs, “I drink it for the energy.”