Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
“We should probably get out of bed and check on the status of my car,” Roxy murmured from where she was draped over Travis’s naked chest. His fingers stroked idly up and down her spine, and he reveled in the way her body responded to him.
He glanced over at the clock, then nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of her fiery curls.
He could hear the rain as it continued outside, though it didn’t sound like it was raining as hard as it was when they had awoken earlier.
Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabbed his cellphone and his wallet, pulling out the card Harry the tow truck driver had given him the night before.
Dialing the number, he pressed the phone to his ear, curling his arm around Roxy’s shoulders as she made to slide away from him.
He growled down at her to remain where she was.
She did, curling herself against his side again.
It rang several times, then a gruff voice answered. “Grady’s.”
“Good morning, Harry dropped off our car last night with a flat tire—”
“The Toyota?”
“Yes, sir,” Travis said, continuing to stroke Roxy’s back with his free hand. “That’s the one.”
“You picked up one helluva piece of shrapnel, son.” The man’s gruff voice was gravelly and rough, like he’d been a three pack a day smoker for fifty years. “Afraid I don’t have that particular tire in shop. But my brother does, he’s on his way with it now.”
“About how long should we anticipate that taking, sir?” Travis asked.
“Meh. Depends if he stops for lunch on the way or not. Maybe a few hours. We should have you back on the road by tonight. You got somewhere you gotta be quick like?”
“No, that works just fine. Is there a taxi service we can call to get a ride over to you when it’s ready?”
“Oh, no taxi’s here, son. We’ll pop on down to collect ya when it’s ready. This a good number to call?” the man asked. Travis confirmed, then the man said, “We right in assuming you’re down at the motel?”
“Yes, sir, we are.”
“We’ll be down to get ya later then,” he said, and then the call ended. Travis chuckled, dropping the phone back to the bedside table, then relayed the conversation to Roxy. “Sounds like we should be good to get back on the road by this evening.”
Roxy propped herself up on her elbow, cheek in her hand, and she idly drew circles on his abs and around his belly button. He sucked in his breath when it tickled. “Do we really want to wait until tonight to start driving again?”
Rolling to face her, propping his own cheek in his hand, up on his elbow, he pushed the fingers of his other hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head. “What do you have in mind?”
She shrugged, her eyes trailing slowly over his face, gaze lingering on his mouth. “I think it’s silly to wait until late to start driving for the night is all.”
“I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me, Red,” he rasped, clasping the nape of her neck and angling her face toward his.
“Can we stay? Tonight, I mean. I don’t want to leave this… not yet,” she whispered, gold and green eyes bouncing between his.
Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to hers. “We can stay tonight, baby girl. I’m not ready to leave this yet, either.”