EIGHT
“If I keep eating like this, I’ll need to take up some new strenuous workout,” Tulsi said, folding up the last of their food wrappers to put them in the paper sack.
Peeking up at Wreck who was next to her in the rear of the car with his hands zip-tied at his back, she expected some reaction to her innuendo. He didn’t so much as make eye contact. His attention was trained on the front windshield. Sure, his scowl was normal, but that intent tinge to his hardened expression piqued her concern.
She laid a hand on his thigh. “Wreck?”
“Baines kept going,” he muttered.
Their car was slowing down to turn into a huge parking lot. When she turned to look out front, she caught a glimpse of the other car continuing on the long straight road.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
That day had s
