Road to Desire
Booker seemed to share another secret look with Mack before they both burst out laughing.
I pulled my purse closer. “Well, if you’re going to stand there and laugh at me, then I definitely want to call a cab.”
Apparently, I’m freaking hilarious when I’m scared out of my ever-blessed mind, because Mack laughed harder.
“I’ve got my truck,” Booker said, once he’d sobered.
“With or without a shovel and a tarp in the back?”
Booker frowned. “What?”
“Nothing. Never mind.” I figured if he was going to murder me there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot I could do about it at this point. “Yes, a ride home would be much appreciated.”