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with the large towel she kept back there.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Jason sighed heavily as he tossed the towel away and struggled to climb off the floor.
Once he was comfortably seated in the back seat he reached forward and snagged her
orange juice. "Having breakfast." He took a sip. "What does it look like?"
"Why are you in my car?" she demanded as she did her best to glare at him and keep
the car driving in a straight line.
"How else do you expect us to finish our fight?" he asked, leaning forward to snag the
last apple pastry. He took a big bite before holding it to her lips for her to do the same.
She shoved his hand away. "What the hell do you mean to finish our fight? We were
done, Jason. I'm sorry, but it's over," she said, trying to remain calm.
"No, we didn't."
"Yes, we did."
"I don't think so," he said calmly, finishing off the rest of the pastry as if he didn't
have a care in the world.
"For god sake, Jason, I dumped you!" she snapped, feeling the last thread of patience
snap.
She looked up in the rearview mirror when he didn't say anything for a minute only to
find him frowning. Finally he shook his head. "No, I think I would have remembered
that."
Her mouth dropped open.
"Anyway," Jason continued as if he hadn't just left her speechless with that little
announcement, "after our talk I realized that you planned a week away for us and I
really couldn't agree more. A week away is exactly what we need to work through our
problems."
"Oh my god," she mumbled, "you're insane."
Another careless shrug.
"So, where are we going anyway?" Jason asked, getting comfortable.
"We aren't going anywhere. I'm leaving you at the next rest stop. You can hitchhike
your way back home."
"That's really not going to work for me," Jason said, giving her a sexy smile when she
glared at him through the mirror.
Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she prayed for patience. "Jason, it's over.
I'm sorry, but you have to accept it."
"No, I don't," he said calmly, irritating her even more.
"Jason," she said tightly.
"Haley," he mocked in the same tone, making her lips twitch damn him!
She sighed heavily. "Jason, you really hurt me last night. I don't think you-"
"I know I really fucked up, Haley, but if you remember I did tell you when we started
that I was most likely going to mess this up," he said, cutting her off.
"Yeah, you did, Jason, and last night you proved beyond a doubt that you aren't
capable of being in a relationship."
"No, last night I proved that I'm a fucking idiot," Jason said matter-of-factly.
She wasn't going to argue with that since she'd come to the same conclusion after
hearing what happened, but that didn't mean she'd changed her mind.
"Jason, we're over," she said more softly.
He snorted. "No, we're not."
"Yes, we are! Stop saying that!"
"No, we're just fighting. You love me and you damn well know it."
She opened her mouth to deny it, but she couldn't. She did love him. More than
anything on this earth, but he'd hurt her last night and she wasn't so sure that she
could trust him not to do it again.
When she didn't say anything he settled back in his seat and said, "I'm coming with
you so you might as well get used to it. The sooner we get the fight over with the
sooner we can move onto the next phase."
"What phase?" she asked cautiously.
"Makeup sex," he said, grinning hugely as he wiggled his eyebrows.
***************
"What are we doing here?" Jason asked as he climbed out of the car, but not before
Haley did. He wasn't an idiot after all. She was still pissed off at him and was
probably still looking for a way to ditch his ass. In retrospect, he probably shouldn't
have made that makeup sex comment.
The hour they spent at the rest stop had definitely proved that. She'd tried everything
she could to get him out of her car, but he refused to budge. Finally when she was out
of breath and exhausted from trying to drag him out of the car, it was a sad attempt,
she gave up, slammed the door shut and drove off, ignoring him for the next two
hours.
"I need groceries," she muttered unhappily, throwing another glare in his direction.
When her eyes shot between the Super Wal-Mart center and her car he snagged the
keys out of her hand.
"Hey!" She tried to grab them away from him.
"Sorry, my little grasshopper, you're not ditching me at Wally World," he said,
pocketing her keys and heading for the store, leaving her to either fume at him or
follow. He didn't bother looking back since he knew she wasn't going anywhere.
Although Wal-Mart wouldn't be his first choice, this solved one problem. He didn't
have any clothes since he'd been in a bit of a rush to hide in Haley's car before she
spotted him. But this would work out rather nicely for him and since he could smell
the salt in the air he knew exactly what to buy.
"I hate you," Haley mumbled, storming past him to grab a carriage.
"You love and adore me," Jason informed her as he deftly snagged her carriage away
from her and headed towards the men's department.
Along the way he stopped at the women's department when a little black bikini caught
his eye, deciding that it would look great on Haley he threw it into the carriage as
well as the red one behind it. He wasn't too worried when Haley didn't follow him. He
figured she was somewhere in the store trying to calm down or buy a baseball to beat
his ass into submission.
That was fine. They had a whole week to work their problems out whether she
wanted to or not. She was his, plain and simple and the sooner she realized they'd be
together forever the sooner he could correct the mistake he made last night and show
her how good it could be between them.
After he grabbed swim trunks, enough clothes for the week and a few toiletries he
headed for the grocery section. When he spotted Haley's carriage he couldn't help but
snort in disbelief. Did she really think buying single servings of food was going to feed
them for a week? Clearly their fight had addled her brain.
He paused near her carriage ignoring her cute little glare and dumped all his things
into her basket.
"Hey!" she said, trying to stop him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I need more room in my carriage for food," he simply said. He headed towards the
dairy section, hoping she wouldn't just ditch his shit to get back at him. Then again
she should know that if she did he would take it as an invitation to walk around naked
the entire week.
"Why do you need bubble bath?" she asked as she came up next to him in front of the
dairy coolers.
He placed two gallons of milk in the carriage. "It's for you," he said in a tone that let [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]