“No. I’m fine.”
“You’re shivering. You’re going to get sick and die.”
“Is that your professional opinion?”
Doc just grunted.
“I’ll be fine. By the time I get your jacket on, we’ll be there.”
By now, he had his jacket off and was trying to hand it to her. “Take it.”
“I can’t. I’m driving. I don’t want to run off the road.”
“What road?” he replied.
“You’re gonna need it when you get out.”
“Take the damn jacket, Caley,” he growled.
Ooh, why did her name have to sound so sexy coming from his lips? That wasn’t fair.
“I don’t need the jacket. I’m f-fine.”
Except her teeth were chattering so badly, she could barely finish that sentence.
“Please take the jacket,” Archer urged. “I’d offer mine but then he’ll just get grumpy.”
“Grumpier than he is now?”
“Yep.”
“How is that even possible?” she muttered as she turned the truck around the corner. “I can’t take it right now. I need both hands on the wheel.”
This truck didn’t have power steering and the suspension was so bad she needed both hands to control the wheel. Which is why she didn’t drive much. She usually ended up with sore shoulders and a crick in her back when she got out.
“This heap of junk shouldn’t even be on the road,” Doc muttered.
“Hey!” she protested.
“Jesus, Isaac,” Archer muttered. “She’s doing us a favor. At least try to be polite.”
“It’s just the truth. Foolish thing coming out in the dark and a storm to pick up two strangers without a jacket or a cell phone and in a truck that looks like Fred Flintstone used to use his feet to power it.”
“Ooh the Flintstones. I loved that as a kid,” she said as they turned another corner.
Oh. Crap.
She slowed the vehicle to a stop.
“Fuck,” Doc muttered beside her, staring out the window.
“I take it we were supposed to go through that creek,” Archer leaned forward between their seats. Staring out at the very flooded creek.
“Yep,” she said. “I should’ve guessed it might be flooded. Your truck might have managed it. Mine definitely won’t.” Not that they probably would’ve wanted to drive their fancy truck through that.
“Murray didn’t warn us about this,” Archer muttered. “Then again, he probably didn’t think we would be coming out this late.”
Crap. Damn it. What now? She tapped her fingers against her thigh nervously. She really didn’t want to drive into town. She was tired. Her shoulders ached from controlling the truck on the rough road and it was late.