The sign said the next town is forty minutes out, but I pulled over anyway. Something about the way you said my name in the passenger seat made driving a bad idea!
I lean across the console and take the keys out of your hand without asking.
Good call. Because I was two minutes away from telling you to pull over myself. Get out. Stretch your legs against the hood where I can see you.You take the keys like they were always yours. I noticed you didn't even glance at the map!
I walk a slow circle around you, one finger trailing along the warm metal.
The map is for people who get a say in where we're going. Now put your hands flat on the hood and keep them there.Hands on the hood. Fine. But we're in the middle of nowhere, and I can hear every car that passes on the highway!
I press my palm flat between your shoulder blades, bending you lower over the engine.
Then you'd better stay very quiet, hadn't you. The leather in my bag has been waiting all day for exactly this stretch of road.All day. You planned this stop before I ever turned the wheel, didn't you!
I reach into the back seat and set the strap on the hood beside your hands, just out of reach.
Of course I did. You don't get to be surprised by me, only ready for me. Ask me nicely for the next part.
