Her fingers curled around it and her hand moved away as she asked, “Do you want anything?”
“No, and you don’t either.”
Her head tipped to the side just as her hip hitched the opposite direction.
“I don’t?”
He knew that tone too. It was the danger tone.
“Lex, I’d like to get to Carnal before Christmas.”
When he started speaking, her head jerked for some reason and she waited a second before she responded.
“We’ll be there before Christmas.”
“Not if you drink another two liter of coffee.”
“It wasn’t two liters, Ty!” she snapped loudly.
“Just pay for the gas,” he ordered.
“We need snacks,” she informed him.
“We don’t need snacks.”
“Okay, let me rephrase, I need snacks. We’re on a road trip. It’s a moral imperative to have snacks, the worse for you, the better,” she explained.
“Christ,” he muttered.
“Do you want anything?” she asked.
Had his wife been in another dimension the last thirty seconds?
“You seriously askin’ that shit?” he asked back.
She stared at him through her shades. Then she decided out loud, “I’ll stock up, just in case.”
Then, before he could say a word, she strutted away.
He put the phone to his ear to hear Tate flat out laughing.
He waited for him to stop and then he waited for him to talk.
And when he talked he said, “I f**kin’ love this.”
Walker remained silent.
Tate didn’t. “You two take that show on the road?”
“There a reason you’re callin’?” Walker returned.
“Yeah, but first, with what I heard, I’m guessin’ you’re on your way to Carnal.”
“You’d guess right.”
“How far out are you?”
“Depending on what snacks Lexie hauls back to the Charger, we could be there in a coupla hours, we could be there next week.”