19. Smirking.
“Blue.” Someone shakes my shoulder gently. “Blue, we’re here. Wake up.”
I blink several times, trying to come back to myself. Everything is so dark, and it’s hard to believe I’ve slept the entire day.
“Mmm,” I mumble, focusing enough to make out Reid’s face in front of me. “Did we—? Ow!” I scream when the pain in my butt suddenly explodes. “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
Reid tries to touch my face, but I squirm away, twisting in the car seat.
Seriously—it really, really hurts.
“Willa, calm down!” Reid shouts, grabbing my shoulders with care. “What hurts, baby?”
“My butt,” I groan.
Reid’s eyes widen, and in a blink, he scoops me into his arms and carries me inside the motel.
The receptionist rushes toward us as soon as she sees us.
“One room. Any room,” Reid growls,
