The car swerved and Angie jolted awake.
“f**k, are you okay?” She looked over at her husband behind the wheel of their SUV.
“Yeah, I’m fine!”
He wasn’t fine. His eyelids were drooping shut. She had drifted off. They were both tired, only Carlo couldn’t admit it. Him and his f*****g ego.
A truck blew past them, horn blaring.
“Asshole!” Carlo lifted his middle finger at the speeding truck.
It felt like they were going even slower than before. Angie glanced at the speedometer. They were dangerously below the speed limit. When he was tired like this, he was overly defensive, and downright mean. He was also very manipulatable.
“Hey, babe, I’m getting tired, we should find a place to rest.” Reaching over she stroked his thigh. Maybe getting him hot would get him to find a hotel.
“Why
