Groaning, I closed my eyes again. “Wake me up when we get to LA.”
“Sure. Expecting mommas need their rest.”
I slapped his arm. “I’m not pregnant, Ben. Probably. How would the town gossip know?”
“Take a test and put it to rest, then.”
I shifted and swallowed around a ball of nerves. “Why waste the plastic?”
“Chicken shit.”
“Yep.”