He stares at me, lost for words.
Alan drops his head as his chuckle breaks through. Elias stares at me . . . horrified.
I laugh out loud at the look on his face. I put the pickup into park and jumped out and started throwing our bags into the back.
"You can't be serious," Elias stammers.
"Deadly."
His eyes scan the beat-up old truck. "This car isn't even roadworthy."
"It's not a car—it's a truck." I smile as I slam the back shut. "Her name is Bessie."
Elias puts his hands on his hips. His eyes glance to Alan, who is laughing out loud.
"This isn't f*****g funny, Alan," he snaps. "I don't camp, Chloe Bennett. Surely you would know this. What on God's earth would make you think of this cockamamie idea? This is not relaxing me in the slightest. I can feel my blood pressure skyrocketing
