POV: Jake
The air inside the moving SUV was pure leather and hot, boiling tea, running a thick layer of ozone that made my jaw tight.
Garret had his hands locked on the wheel, guiding the heavy machine down the mountain pass like we were flying into a trench. In the back seat, the clearance was an absolute joke. I had my thighs clamped right against hers, trapping her plus-sized, shivering frame between my lap and Frank’s naked, burning wall of a chest.
She was wrapped in three heavy layers of wool, looking like a thoroughly soaked, aggressively hostile stray cat.
"Drink," I muttered, forcing the hot steel thermos into her hands.
She gave me a look that was supposed to be a sharp declaration of independence, but the effect was completely ruined because her teeth were still chatter
