ELEVEN
Wreck had come back to the car with the food. Tulsi said nothing about the keys in the ignition, but she did make a point of staring at them as he got back in. If he’d wanted her to bail or disbelieved her word, his test had given him his answer. He could trust her. Being cautious about handing over her trust didn’t mean she was interested in screwing him over.
They didn’t say much as they ate. It pleased her to see Wreck eating too. He hadn’t eaten much of the food Coombs had brought back to the room and he’d expended a lot of energy in the parking lot.
“Guess there’s nothing left to do but go back,” Tulsi said after Wreck returned to the car from tossing their trash.
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“You can’t, what? You’re not going to make me walk all the way back there, are y
