Untameable (Haven Falls 3)

“You’re an idiot,” I tell him, grabbing a handful of clothes and jamming them into the bag that he holds open for me.

“No,” he shoots back. “You’re the idiot. Now, hurry it up. We’ve got a long drive.”

“How long?”

“None of your goddamn business,” he tells me before grabbing a pair of undies and tossing them right out of the bag. “Trust me,” he tells me, “you won’t be needing them.”

I narrow my eyes and put the undies right back in again.

“Geez, you’re really not a morning person, are you?”

“Nope,” I grumble, “and the fact that you are is seriously making me reconsider my choices.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he says, ruffling my hair and pissing me off just a little bit more. “Get yourself dressed. I’ll finish packing your things.”

I let out a huff but do as he asks. I look at my choices. Sweatpants or jeans? If I’m going to be stuck in a car for a good portion of the day, then I’m going to have to go with the sweatpants.

I grab a pair and slide them up my legs before ripping off Noah’s old shirt and putting on a bra while he takes a sneaky peek. I put the shirt straight back on again and tie the bottom in a knot before rolling up the sleeves a few times and looking as cute as a fucking button.

I throw my hair up in a bun, grab my phone off the charger and slide it into my pocket before grabbing some cash for the inevitable gas station stops along the way. “Why’d you have to choose camping?” I ask as Noah grabs the blanket from the floor and folds up it.

“Because it’s too hard for either of them to escape,” he grins as though he has it all worked out. “We’ll be too far away for them to walk anywhere, it’s my car so neither of them can take off without leaving the rest of us stranded, and in the middle of the woods, they have no choice but to either sulk in a tent or talk to one another. It’s a foolproof plan.”

“Yeah,” I scoff. “Unless they decide to sulk in their tents.”

“They won’t.”

“How do you know that?”

A devilish grin takes over his handsome face. “Because neither of them can resist a good fight.”

I look up at him as I let out a low breath. “It’s going to be a big day, huh?”

He nods as he pulls me into his arms and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You can sleep in the car.”

“Yeah, right,” I grumble under my breath, making him chuckle as I step out of his arms. I walk out the door and head for the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, realizing I probably won’t get another chance.

The last time the four of us went anywhere and someone fell asleep, it was like a prank war unleashed upon us. Noah slammed on the brakes, screaming ‘brake test’ as a whole frozen slushie ‘accidentally’ got poured all over Tully. She will never sleep in a car with those boys again and I don’t doubt she’s waiting for her chance at payback.

“Meet me at the car,” Noah says through the bathroom door as I finish getting myself ready.

“K,” I grumble back, wishing this was all some kind of strange dream. Don’t get me wrong, I love what Noah is doing and trying to accomplish here, but camping? Really? Anything but camping. I’m not exactly one to spend my night slapping away mosquitoes and sleeping on the hard, cold ground. I guess the only positive is that I’ll get to spend the night, alone in a tent with Noah.

I walk into the kitchen and scrawl out a note for dad, reminding him what’s going on as sure as hell, he’ll forget, and I don’t want him worrying about me more than he already does.

Scanning the cupboard, I grab a packet of potato chips and a box of fruit bars to help us get through to the first gas station, not knowing if those idiots bothered to think about food. Though, I seriously doubt it. If Tully had any warning this was going on, she would have come and found me last night and we would have escaped before it was too late.

Rivers though, he would have just gone with the flow as long as someone else was organizing it.

I make my way out to the car and find Noah has stuffed not only my blanket, but my pillow as well into the front seat. He wasn’t kidding that he’ll let me sleep in the car, but I’m not risking it. No way in hell.

But that’s not all I find in the car. Tully and Rivers are not just sitting in the backseat, they’re each facing a window, pointedly looking anywhere but at the other.