“Is everything okay?” “Will be when you let me get some sleep.” I sense I’m not going to get any more out of him. The car lurches forward, and I slam on the brakes on impulse. Shit. “I’m going to wreck your car,” I warn. “Don’t.” His lip twitches, his eyes still closed. “Unless you want to spend the next ten years sucking my dick to work it off.” I shake my head at his attempt at humor and ease the car forward gingerly this time, muttering, “My rates are high. Try six months.” His soft chuckle carries through the car.
