Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Road trip means it’s time for us to get to know each other, so twenty-one questions it is, plus it’s tradition.” She reaches for the volume on the dash, turning down the station she picked out.
“Pretty sure you made that last part up, cherry,” I say without taking my eyes off the road.
“I absolutely did not. Jett said it’s a sacred ritual, one that you all did growing up, and it’s time for me to carry on that tradition.” Juliette Navarro is going to be the death of me; I’m also going to enjoy getting her back when she least expects it.
“Ready?” Indy asks, pointing at me. I give her a nod. “Okay, question one: if you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?”
“That’s easy, Indy. I’d eat you.” She tosses her head back in laughter.
“I walked right into that. Okay, clearly, I’ll have to clarify things with you, but even I can admit I like your answer.”
“Steak. Can’t beat anything else,” I respond to her question, trying to chase away the thoughts of pulling over to the next available rest area to feast on Indy’s cunt.
“That’s a cop-out answer,” she teases, turning in her seat. I take my eyes off the road for a second to look at the beauty in the passenger seat. She chose comfort for the road trip: white tank top, dark green lounge pants, hair up in some type of messy style on top of her head, and a pair of dark-framed glasses. Another side of her I didn’t see coming, making her even more beautiful. Apparently, she slept with her contacts in the night before, so now she needs to keep them out for a while. I almost took my hand to her ass for putting herself in jeopardy like that. Well, shit didn’t sit well with me.
“Versatility, cherry. You can add it to anything and make a damn good meal out of it.” She makes a harrumph noise.
“Okay, fine. Question number two: what’s the worst movie you’ve ever seen?”
“Worst? That’s damn easy. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.” Which sucks because the rest of the series is damn good.
“Interesting. Didn’t see that coming. I might have to do a rewatch, then follow it up with Pirates of the Caribbean.” Interesting. Not a bad way to spend a rainy weekend, holed up inside with my woman without anyone disturbing us.
“My turn.” I take a sip of my water. Indy’s passenger princess duties include making sure I’m supplied with drinks and snacks, without me so much as opening a package. “You can’t interrogate me for the full twenty-one questions. Give and take, cherry.”
“Ugh, Jett didn’t warn me about this tenacious side of you.” I quirk an eyebrow in response. “Yeah, yeah, I should have known. I asked two questions, so it’s only fair you do the same.”
“Question three: biggest fear?” I ask, going for the jugular.
“Hmm, inanimate or animate?” she replies to my question.
“Both.”
“Animate, snakes. They’re too fast for my liking.” I don’t tell her that the gators in Florida are twice as fast. Pretty sure that’d do me zero fucking favors. “The other, fear of not living enough in the time we’ve got on this earth. You?”
That last part sits heavy in my stomach. Can’t say that I don’t blame her. Still, that’s some hard shit to swallow, let alone think about.
“Spiders.” I shake my arms, thinking about the damn creepy crawlers.
“Seriously?” I can hear the shock in her voice.
“They move wrong. You can’t bait them to take care of them, too many legs and no sense of boundaries. As for the other, losing myself, letting this shit get to my head and forgetting where I came from.” Indy hums at my response. “You’re up, cherry.” My goal is to take the attention off me, though she’s too smart for her own good, and I’m sure she’ll bring it up another time.
“Okay, question four. Which, by the way, I figured we’d go two for two, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If you could live anywhere, regardless of money, jobs, or reality, where would it be?”
“Somewhere cold, where there are mountains and a bit of peace and quiet,” I respond without hesitation. The truth of the matter is, I’d go just about anywhere as long as Indy’s by my side.
“Like Seattle?” She doesn’t miss a beat.
“Yep,” I reply.
“Convenient, suspiciously convenient. Almost like that’s exactly where we’re headed.” Her soft lyrical voice floats around us.
“And yours would be?” I volley the question.
“Somewhere with good coffee, bookstores, a small downtown area, where there’s a mix of art, food, and shopping.”
“A lot like Whispering Oaks.” I say the words before thinking it through.
“Yeah, well, if they had an art gallery, it would be even better.” She shakes her head when I turn to look at her with a smile of my own.