“What’s wrong?” Davis yells.
“We’re out of gas,” Ed yells back in disbelief.
“Out of gas?” Adam echoes.
I stare down at my cards because just the sound of his voice is enough to make me squeeze my legs together. It’s been far too long since I’ve had my hands on him and sitting so close is killing me.
Sex is out of the question so long as Davis is within hearing distance. I just can’t do it. It’s like listening to your parents have sex. I wouldn’t want that, and
I’m not going to subject my poor brother to that kind of familial torture. But my self-imposed rules have left me anxious. It’s probably best that Adam’s not within ten feet of me.
I keep wanting to launch myself into his arms.
Ed heaves himself out of the driver’s seat and ambles toward us. “Best I can figure out, but I’ve popped the hood. I’ll check it out and let you know.”
Adam tosses his cards face down. “I’ll go with you.”
“Me, too,” Davis declares.
Ian shrugs but follows silently behind. I send an inquiring glance in Rudd’s direction.
“I don’t know shit about vehicles,” he says in answer to my unstated question. He discards a six and gestures for me to deal him a new card. I flip over a jack.
“Nineteen.” He holds up his hand. “I’ll stay.”
I look down at my own cards. An ace and a five. Shit. I’m going to have to take a hit. I flip over the next card and sigh when I see it’s an eight.
“Bust,” he crows and rakes in the kitty.
I eye the bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups with envy. “I’ll give you ten dollars for the Reese’s.”
Since I haven’t been able to have more than a furtive, unfulfilling, over-the-clothes groping session with Adam since I met up with the band four hours ago, I’m in a desperate state that only sex or chocolate will appease.
Rudd waggles a finger at me. “You know the rules. No money. What else you have to offer?”
I mentally review my carryon. I’m traveling light because we leave for Edinburgh from Houston—if we ever get to Houston. “I have a mini bag of Doritos from the airport.”
For a moment, I think I’ve struck a bargain, but his excited expression quickly transforms into one of suspicion. “Oh no. The last time I bargained with you, I got a half empty bag of M&Ms. How many chips are left?”
I blink rapidly, attempting to convey innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t—”
“We’re out of gas. Ed thinks that there might be a hole in the tank,” Davis interrupts. “I volunteered to hitch to the nearest gas station. Want to come?”
“Where’s Adam?”
“He’s calling to see if an Uber can come out here.”
I sigh. Of course he is. “I think I’ll nap.”
“Rudd?”
“Why not?” he shrugs. “But only flag down Kias, Jeeps, and Passats.”
“Why?”
“Because those are cars driven by cute girls.”