Lash pulled over to the side of the road as the car rolled to a stop. He scratched his head as he looked at the dashboard gadgets, wondering what was wrong with the car. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to explain why it suddenly gave out.
Bear snapped her head up and looked around. Curious eyes met his.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “I swear I didn’t kill the car.”
Bear barked.
“Shh. You’ll wake up Grouchy.” He opened the car door, picked up Bear, and stepped out of the car.
As he’d expected, the last few hours since leaving Abilene had been pure t*****e. He’d tried to ease the tension by turning on the radio. She’d complained that news radio was boring, so he’d changed the channel to a music station. She’d complained that hip-hop was giving her a headache, so he’d
