Warrick started rubbing her stomach. “Hey, baby, wake up for me.”
“What?”
“We’re going to stop at a McDonald’s. What do you like there?”
“Can I have a strawberry shake?”
Warrick grinned. “Baby, you can have whatever you want.”
“Then a kid’s meal with the nuggets, fries, and the shake.”
The three men chuckled.
“You got it, sweets,” Brett said.
“Thanks, Brett,” she said.
“We’re also thinking of putting up the seat and me sitting up but with you in my lap. What do you think?”
“I can sit up, too.”
“No, I’d rather have you rest after you’re done eating.”
“Oh, okay.”
They got their food and were back on the road.
Warrick’s only thought was to get her into his place. Once they were there, he felt like he could take a breath because she would finally be where she belonged.
He glanced down at her. Her head was on a pillow in his lap, and her nose was close to his stomach. She kept getting closer as the miles passed. He let his fingers comb through her hair that had come loose from the rubber band, so he had pulled it off.
Her blonde hair was longer than he thought. It cascaded down to the middle of her back in a silky sheet that he would never get tired of touching.