Lachlan POV
“You’ve got to be f*****g kidding me,” I grit out under my breath. Plastering on my fakest, sweetest smile, I tilted my head at the middle-aged woman sitting behind the thick sheet of plexiglass, “Are you sure there is nothing that could be done? Not maybe another bus that would get us close? A transfer ticket?”
I batted my lashes like the ladies do, hoping it would thicken my charm, but the woman was cold as ice, “You can rent a car like a normal person,” she’d said, her voice void of emotion.
“You see,” I glanced back at Lilah, who was speaking with Lily on the phone. God-damn, she looked so cute. My eyes dipped down to her loose joggers, and my d**k twitched in my pants at the memory of destroying her last pair. “My wife over there can’t ride in a car.”
The woman shrug
