FOURTEEN
“I GOT IT. I KNOW WHAT I’m doing,” Tess said, trying to figure out the fold in the map.
They stopped at six different gas stations just to find one. Everywhere tried to sell her a GPS thingy. No one seemed to understand that a good old-fashioned map was just as good.
“You’ve got a helluva stubborn streak, babe,” Danny said, ejecting the tape to flip it over and push it back in. “What do you say we sack the big drama mission for a while? Plenty of beauty spots to park up the Beast.” As they’d taken to calling the Airstream. “We’ll do a supply run first, get some good green, snacks, beer… plenty of beer. The essentials, you know? We kick back in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but green trees and blue sky for miles. I know some real good middle of nowhere spots.”
“I’m sure you do
