Chapter Eighteen
Gina yawned and stretched. She wished she’d brought a book with her. Sitting in the car beside Seth was beyond boring. Even the men watching the house weren’t speaking. Most of the houses nearby were empty. The few that were occupied contained people having the most boring of conversations. She looked over at Seth who watched the car that was too far from her to be easily visible. It was all right for Seth, he was at least doing something useful.
She glared out the window and wished there was a breeze. Sitting in a car on the side of the road in summer was the worst thing in the world. Gina dreaded to think how hot it would be by midmorning if it was this hot already. The jeans she’d thought looked good now felt hot and sticky against her skin. She wished they could leav
