“What am I going to do with this thing?” I hold up my big fake ring.
He shrugs. “Keep it. It can be part of our cover story if we run into anyone. We can say we are on our honeymoon.”
“Camping? Who goes camping for their honeymoon?”
“We do.”
He grins so big like a kid sneaking off with a candy bar.
“Whatever. If you say so.”
By the time we leave the store with my clothes, his fishing and camping gear and supplies, we have two carts full.
“Where are we going to put it all?” I stare at the bags then back at his truck.
“We’ll make it fit.” He winks.
Seeing him away from his work and the club he’s different.
Relaxed.
Nice.
Playful.
Dare I say flirty?
By some miracle we manage to stuff all our items in the truck, but it puts me riding bitch in the middle next to Quinn.
I fiddle with the radio as he pulls back onto the highway. Feel like Making Love by Bad Company starts to play. I crank up the volume and belt out the lyrics as the man next to me shakes his head.
When the song ends I turn the volume down and ask, “Not a fan of my singing?”
“You won’t be selling out at any arenas anytime soon.”
“Dick.” I scoff and punch him in the junk.
“Shit. Don’t be damaging the goods.” He reaches over and pinches me on the boob.
“Ow. What was that for?” I massage the tender skin. “That better not bruise.”
“I can inspect it later to be sure.” His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip and I have to look away.
This side of him…I’m enjoying it.
Too much.
Instead of replying, I increase the volume for the radio and start singing along for the next three songs until we get stuck in traffic.
Quinn pulls out his cell phone and checks the local news and there is a heavy traffic alert. A tractor trailer carrying what they are referring to as adult merchandise overturned.
“Do you think it was sex toys?” I bite my lip, afraid to look at him when he answers.
“Could you imagine driving down the road and a big purple dildo flying into your windshield.” He shakes his head and pulls his cigarettes out of his cut. “Fuck,” he growls.
“What?” I look at him perplexed.
“Dropped my lighter in the floorboard.” He shuffles around and reaches down, feeling around with his hand.