I want her happy.
"Voila." She scoops guacamole into the spoon and offers me a taste. "Better than anything from the grocery store."
I hold her gaze as I slide my lips around the spoon. The guacamole is great but it's nothing compared to being with her like this.
"Much better." I take the spoon and offer her a scoop.
She moans as she licks the silverware clean.
"Am I missing something good?" Joel steps into the kitchen. He shoots me an incredulous look then his eyes fix on Violet.
Violet holds up the bowl of dip. "You want some?"
"No, that's okay."
She takes a step backwards. All the tension spreads back to her shoulders. "I'll get out of your way."
"It's fine. Just wanted to check with the driver." Joel calls out to our driver. "What time are we stopping in Montana?"
"Another hour or two," the driver calls back.
Joel pulls out his phone to check the time. "Damn, getting in late. I have plans."
"Oh yeah?" Violet asks.
"Yes, Valentine. Not all of us travel with our sexual partners," he says.
"Not all of us have a strict one-and-done rule," Mal calls from his bunk.
Joel flips him off.
"Oh, going to the clubs, picking up some babes?" Violet asks.
"Wouldn't use those words," Joel says. "And I don't think there are any clubs where we're stopping."
"Can I come?" she asks.
"Only if I can watch you with the babe you're picking up," he says.
"No." Violet blushes. "To be your wingman. Ethan and I are exclusive. Until I leave. Then I'm free to screw as many babes or fellas as I want." Her voice is unsteady, like she's reminding herself.
Joel looks to me and raises a brow. When I shrug, he looks back to Violet. "All right, but you have to do what I say. We're not stopping in Los Angeles. This town has three bars and it's a weekday. You understand me?"
"You've only got ten babes to pick from and you want to nail the hottest one?" Violet takes another lick of guacamole.
"It's not about looks, Valentine. It's about attitude. I need somebody who's game." Joel turns back to his bunk.
"I'll come too." I'm going to be wherever Violet is until I figure this out.
"Great, two sidekicks." Joel shakes his head.
"Make that three. We need to talk," Mal chimes in from his bunk.
"You too, Rhythmic One?" Joel asks.
"No." Kit pulls the privacy curtain on his bunk closed.
"Guess spending the entire day on a tiny bus isn't enough. Now we have to go out together too. Awesome." Joel plops in his bunk with a what the fuck sigh.