CHAPTER 20
NATALIA
My eyes raked the offering of male hunkiness as I walked down the hill beside Lucas. Mark had long since disappeared and had not spoken to me since we’d arrived. I hadn’t spoken to him either, rather ticked off by the fact that I’d had to catch the bus.
Public transportation was not my thing. I hated the desperate rush to fit into the tiny rectangular entrance at the front of the vehicle. I hated the way the drivers would fill the cab of the vehicles to an incredible capacity just to make the most on each runs. I hated the thought of potentially dying with a bunch of strangers. Despite explaining my intense fear and insisting that I was not getting on a bus, Mark had carted me over his shoulder and hauled me into the terminal without so much as a how-do-you-do. I’d be
