“How long is the drive to this place?” she asked as she went straight to the small eatery beside the service station.
“About another hour.”
Her eyes widened in alarm. “What? What time do you expect u
s to go home tonight?”
“I’ll take you home.”
“I thought it was a half hour away or something. What about my car?”
“It’ll be there in the morning. I’ll give you a ride. Don’t worry about it. Grab your snacks and let’s go.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Fine.” I hid my smile.
I’d keep telling her what to do. I wouldn’t be able to help it just as she wouldn’t be able to help throwing it back to my face. It was perfect.
“Fine,” she said, just for the hell of it.
She always wanted the last word. With me, anyway.
She took her time, and I could tell it was because she was still upset. She could be exasperating, but even that I liked about her. I liked everything about her.
I bought a few things from the convenience store and stored them in the back seat. She munched on tofu hot dogs and sweet potato fries when we were back on the road.
“I like that they had that small eatery beside the service station.”
“It’s for truck drivers mainly.”
She nodded, took a big bite of her hot dog bun. “The older woman who owns it said her husband was a truck driver, and she knew how hard it was to find a hot meal on the road, so she’d set up the eatery. Isn’t that nice?”
“You got all that from buying your hot dog and fries?”
She sipped her drink. “You’d be surprised what people will tell you if you ask.”
I kept quiet.
“Are we there yet?” she asked.
“No.”
“How long still?”
“As long as it takes.”
“Come on. Tell me.”
She tugged on my shirt and I threw her a look. She was smiling like a little girl. She was playing with me.
“I hope this night doesn’t end,” I whispered.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
She didn’t hear me. “Soon,” I said instead.
“I’m feeling sleepy, Cameron.”