Sure. Same time? Kulti texted back. Ja. I smiled at the screen before setting my phone on my lap. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Marc asked from his spot behind the driver’s seat. The smile eased itself off my face. “Nothing.” “Liar.” I rolled my eyes as the phone vibrated from between my legs. Bringing it back out, I made sure Marc’s attention was back on the road. Go make a quesadilla. I started laughing hysterically.
