Katie Sanders POV
I had no idea where the hell we were. Last I checked, we were past St. Louis, and it was well after dark. We only stopped to fill up for gas, use the restroom, and stretch. I asked one of the guys if we could stop at a hotel because I really wanted to sleep in a bed, but he told me it was not safe to stop until we reached our destination.
The man who has been sitting beside me this entire ride is named James. And he is, as my sister Karlee would say, f*****g hot. He is at least 6’5 with bronze skin, brown hair he wears in a tight braid down his back and almond-shaped deep brown eyes. He’s covered in tattoos, most of them in what looks like tribal symbols and some sort of script. And I’m pretty sure I’m his mate. Or at least that’s what he is acting like. Back at the hou
