Chapter 20

"No, I'm not. The situation would sound a hell of a lot worse over text messages than face-to-face," I stated before starting up the vehicle and pulling out of my apartment complex. There was no good time to leave due to the never-ending traffic of the city. By the time we finally managed to reach the interstate, Dani was already complaining of her lower back hurting and her bladder being full. "I'll pull over at the next station I see," I reasoned, trying to put her mind at ease. "There! You just passed one, turn around!" she demanded while pointing out her window. "The next one is only 30 miles away. I want to make up for lost time," I explained, rubbing my forehead in mild frustration. "Goddammit, Brock, turn around or I'll piss all over your leather seats!" she yelled before dramatically grabbing onto her door for support as I whipped a sharp - and illegal - turn to go back towards the gas station she'd seen. I refrained from sayi