Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Debra tried not to be a backseat driver. She knew Archer hated it, always taking it as an affront to his manhood for some stupid reason, and the current state of affairs was stressful enough without getting into a fight. But he was lagging behind Joel, and if other vehicles got between them it might be difficult to reconnect. Twice so far Joel flagrantly slowed to wait for them, almost to the point of exaggerating the movements of his sporty old red truck. She couldn’t blame him for his impatience.
“So, you met the Vice President?” Archer asked.
“Yes,” Debra replied. “He’s super nice. Asked me about instrument calibration.”
“Hmm.” Archer’s voice had that disapproving tone.
“What?” Debra failed to hide a growing aggravation in her own.
“Nothing. But he alre
