train, or sit there and be bored.
I’d chosen to work out and train.
Anything was better than allowing my brain to go completely idle.
“Am I now going to be an accomplice in a prison break?” she asked as she put the car into park and got out.
I looked over the top of her car at her.
“No,” I said simply. “As of an hour ago, I am now a free man.”
Her mouth fell open. “How?”
I gestured for the car and said, “Get in. I’ll tell you.”
After I told her everything, she stared at me thoughtfully.
“I’ve met Six’s man before,” she said. “I think he’s a pretty decent guy, but he’s kind of scary.”
I nodded once. “He is.”
In the confined space of the car, her sweet smell was driving me insane.
“Where do you want to go first?” she asked, her fingers drumming on the door handle where she was holding on so tight that her fingers were white. “Home? Food? Clothing store?”
I grinned. “Clothing store. If you don’t mind, I’d like for you to go inside and grab me something that might fit. Sweats if you have to until I can go in and get my real size. Then I want the biggest Whataburger that’s ever been made.”
She turned her head and smiled at me, her fingers loosening their hold on the door. “I think we can accomplish that.”
I felt my heart drum in my chest at that smile.
The smile that I’d masturbated to for way too many years.
The smile that I would finally have a chance to see on a regular basis. To make this entire thing more than one-sided.
I put the car into gear and wished that she’d brought my car and not hers.
She hadn’t even asked if I wanted to drive, she just got in on the passenger side. And I was glad.
I really, really needed to feel the wind in my hair.
I needed to feel free.
Rolling down the windows to stave off the anxiety attack that I could feel coming, I blasted the air and then looked over at Wyett.
She was busy putting her hair that was down around her shoulders into a messy bun on the top of her head.
A messy bun that was perfect and didn’t have one single hair out of place.
“How do women do that?” I asked as I pulled off the side of the road and flipped a bitch.
Cars honked, and I cursed.
She looked at me dryly. “Did you forget how to drive while you were on the inside?”
Her sarcasm was adorable, but the way she was fiddling with the hem of her shorts told me that she was really nervous.
“I might’ve,” I admitted. “It’s not like I had any reason to drive while I was locked up. Hell, the only time I was in a vehicle in the last year was when they transferred me to a new prison.”
She closed the retort that was about to leave her lips.
“Where’s the nearest clothing store to here?” I asked curiously.
She pulled up her phone and gestured toward the highway in front of us.
“I don’t know this area,” she confessed. “But I’ll Google it. Just stay on this road. If anything, this’ll lead us to home. In a roundabout way.”
I did as she suggested, loving the feel of the wind in my hair.
Speaking of hair…
“One other stop I’d like to make,” I said. “If that’s okay with you.”
She looked over at me curiously. “I’m yours for the day. I have nothing else going on. It’s my day off. And I don’t have anything tomorrow, either.”
I nodded once.
“I’d like to go to a barber shop.” I told her. “My hair is driving me fucking insane.”
I liked it longer, of course. But being forced to wear it longer because I didn’t trust the barbers in prison not to slit my throat instead of cutting my hair, it made a man want to be able to make his own choices.
“I think I can handle that, too.” She smiled. “It shows that the nearest shopping mall is literally right around this… ahh, there it is.”
She pointed to a shopping mall that had a bright red Target sign in the middle of it.
I gritted my teeth at the thought of her going into a place without me.
“You think they’ll notice what I’m wearing?” I asked curiously.
She looked at my ugly orange jumpsuit.
“They’ll notice,” she said. “And since this town is built around a prison, I highly doubt that they won’t give you a wide berth. Probably expect you to kill their