He looked down at her and brushed a stray lock of her hair out of her eyes.
“Now what?” she asked.
“Now we find us a place to crash. You don’t mind sleeping on the ground again, do ya, baby doll?” He smiled down at her.
She groaned.
“How’re we gonna handle this tomorrow, Cole?” one of the brothers asked.
Cole took a hit off his beer and looked around to make sure no one would overhear. “Here’s what I’m thinking. First light tomorrow two of you head out on I-80. Look for that abandoned rest area he was talking about. Scout it out. See if it can be seen from the interstate. When you find it, call me. Me, Angel, and Crash go with Chucky to the meet. The rest we play by ear.”
“Wyatt okay with this?” Crash asked.
Cole nodded. “He’s done with Chucky.
Cole stood and pulled Angel with him. “Come on, babe.”