“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You have that bad boy air of danger vibe about you. Certainly you’ve stolen a car before.”
He just shook his head and kept driving.
“But can we stop at the next rest stop anyway? I need to pee.”
“Well that just makes it sound like you’re going to run away from me.”
“I would never do that.” It was one thing I could definitely promise. He had to keep me safe…or else. Which meant I couldn’t just ditch him. Besides, I didn’t want to. What would I do out here in the middle of nowhere with no money and no phone? It would be like when Isabella stranded me all over again. Sure, this time I would have clothes on. But I wouldn’t have James’ hotel room to run to. I had no one to run to. Everyone hated me.
I continued to stare at Miller. “But seriously…I need to go. Like now.”
“The next rest stop isn’t for another 15 miles. Can you hold it until then?”
Really, that far?“No, I don’t think so. Can’t we just take this exit?” Surely there was a gas station near the exit.
Miller hit his turn signal and merged over to the exit lane. “Hopefully we can find a fast-food place or something.” He took the exit and there was…nothing but farmland. Mile after mile after mile of nothingness. No fast-food places, or restaurants, or gas stations.
I started drumming my fingers on my thigh. “Can we turn around? There’s nothing out here. We can backtrack to that other rest stop.” But I wasn’t actually sure I could hold it until then.
Miller did a quick U-turn to retrace our path…but it quickly became apparent that we’d made a wrong turn somewhere.
God, I was going to literally pee my pants.
“Let’s play a game,” he said.
If he was trying to distract me, this was not going to work. I just groaned.
“I spy with my little eye…something brown.”
“The millions of dead corn stalks in the middle of nowhere?”
“Bingo,” he said with a laugh. “Your turn.”
“I spy with my little eye no toilets anywhere.”
“Wow, that’s not how you play. I’ll go again. I spy with my little eye…um…something else brown.”
“Your eyes?”
He looked over at me with his dark brown eyes. There was a smile playing on the corner of his lips. “No.”
“Don’t look so cocky. I wasn’t checking you out. There’s just literally nothing out here. This is the worst game ever. Can’t we just knock on someone’s door and ask if we can use their bathroom?”
“No. That would be super weird.”
“Weirder than me peeing in the passenger’s seat? My bladder is literally about to explode here.”
He laughed.
“It’s not funny!”
“We can’t knock on a stranger’s door. No one’s supposed to see you.”
Fair point. Not that I was totally opposed to being alive again. “But seriously, Miller, I can’t hold it much longer.”
He started driving a little faster. There was no way we were going in the right direction.
