She nodded as if my words were true.
“I agree,” she replied, then went back to her work.
I kept my eyes on our surroundings, hyperaware of everything that was going on around me, when she said, “You should try autopilot.”
I blinked.
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard her correctly.
“Autopilot. You know, when you let the car drive for you?” she suggested. “That’s the whole point of the Tesla.”
I frowned.
“Bruno,” she said, sounding exasperated. “Where have you been living? Under a freakin’ rock?”
Then she proceeded to rock my damn world.
“I mean, logically I knew that we were coming to this,” I replied as I looked at the steering wheel. The steering wheel that did not have my fuckin’ hands on it, yet was still on the damn road and not crashing into other cars. “I guess I just instinctively ignored everything there was about this weird shit because I didn’t need to know about it.”
She snickered as she went back to her work.
“Which of these sounds better.” She looked over at me. “The girl was one of my favorites. Used to, I would fuck her, and be able to forget. Or this one. The girl was one of my favorites. When I fuck her, I was always able to forget.”
I looked over at her. “What kind of book are you reading?”
“A motorcycle club romance,” she explained. “And I’m not ‘reading’ it. I’m editing it. Now, which one sounds better?”
“A man doesn’t think like either of those sentences. If I was going to think what you just wrote, I’d probably go with ‘I fucked her because she was one of my favorites.’ We’re simple creatures.”
She nodded her head, made a note on the computer, and then went back to editing.
It was an hour later when she sighed.
“I have to pee,” she grumbled. “I’m almost done, though. I think that if I can just hold off long enough to finish, we can send this info back, and keep moving along.”
I looked at the next road sign and said, “The closest gas station is still thirty-four miles away. That enough time to finish it?”
We were in the middle of Nowhere, Texas and the gas stations were becoming fewer and farther between as we drove.
“Where are we going by the way?” she asked.
I shrugged as I repositioned myself in the driver’s seat. Even though it wasn’t me driving. Still so fuckin’ weird.
“I figured I’d just drive until I was where we wanted to stop.” I paused. “Depends on how long you feel like being in the car.”
She hummed. “I don’t mind being in the car at all. I mind having to pee. And just sayin’, but if it’s not a nice gas station, I won’t want to stop there. I have a thing about dirt. Remember?”
I did.
“I’ll make sure to pick a nice one,” I told her.
It was a lie, though. I’d take her to whatever gas station they had in the area, seeing as the farther we drove, the less and less they appeared.
Luckily, forty minutes later, the one we arrived at was indeed a nice one.
“This is so fuckin’ weird,” I grumbled as I got out of the car.
Belle snickered as she left me behind, and I casually looked all around us as we made our way into the gas station.