“That’s a great idea. But it’s Sunday today, and I’m pretty sure she’s not scheduled, but she is tomorrow.”
Quinn nods. “Well, there isn’t much we can do today other than have fun.”
I raise my eyebrow suspiciously. “Why am I afraid of your idea of fun?”
Quinn chuckles. “Go on, Red. Live a little.”
This isn’t the first time he’s said this to me.
“Fine,” I reply smugly, crossing my arms over my chest. “Bring on the fun.”
After Quinn and I devoured our burgers, we both decided we’re in desperate need of some new clothes and supplies.
Thankfully, a small town in Alabama has a department store big enough to cater for all we need. We stock our cart with personal hygiene items because the complimentary motel shampoos are quickly turning my hair into straw.
Quinn tosses a razor and a can o
