It was when he told her to drive home that Flanna lost it again.
“If Romm’s in Kesbury,” she said, twisting the keys so viciously in the ignition that the ring rattled, “home is the last place we should be. We should be finding him, not sitting on our hands or making small talk with pretty blondes. It’s probably not even natural, you know. Her roots were starting to show.”
Jason grinned, twisting sideways to face her. Though she would have chosen to avoid meeting his gaze, his adjusted position meant that his knee came up to block the gear shift, thwarting her from even putting the car into reverse yet. She had no choice but to look at him and carefully kept her wrist twisted to avoid touching his leg.
“Romm’s not here,” he said, his tone light. “The girl works at the gas station. If an
