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    “What are we going to do once we get to LA while we wait for Cheryl and Brett to turn up a buyer?”
     
    “We’re going to lounge by the pool and soak up some California sunshine.”
     
    “What if they can’t find a buyer?”
     
    “They’ll find one. Eventually someone will want them. We just have to give them time.”
     
    “You have a lot of faith in the Sons.”
     
    “They are the best. If we were located in LA or New York--someplace like that—we would be making a killing. They’ve never let me down.”
     
    “But this was a stretch for you, wasn’t it?”
     
    Jack splutters. “A hundred million dollars’ worth of cars in one heist? That’s a stretch for anyone.”
     
    “But you did it.”
     
    “ We did it. I told you before, we couldn’t have done this without you. Either time. You and your magic fingers.”
     
    “If they—”
     
    “When,” Jack corrected.
     
    “ When they find a buyer, then what?”
     
    “Then we will give the buyer the keys to the cars and warehouse and hit the road. We’ll have to come back for either the Audi or the bikes.”
     
    “That’s it?”
     
    “That’s it. Simple, huh?”
     
    “Why do I think it won’t be that easy?”
     
    “Come on! Have a little faith!” he teased. “That is one of the reason I picked LA. Huge port, lots of money, and easy to hide in.”
     
    Tina grinned. “What was I thinking? What could possibly go wrong?”
     
    Jack snickered. “That’s more like it! Seriously, if Seth can come through, I think we will have it made.”
     
    ***
     
    “I shouldn’t have drunk that water,” Tina moaned two hours on the other side of Flagstaff.
     
    “Don’t feel bad. I’m going to have to stop too.”
     
    “Where? I haven’t seen a thing in miles.”
     
    “Which means we should be coming into Kingman soon. There will be someplace to stop there.”
     
    “I hope. This truck may be as big as a house, but it still needs a bathroom.”
     
    “Easy for you to say... but unless you can drive this turkey, we still need to stop so I can pee.”
     
    Tina snickered. “Trying to switch drivers would be… look! That sign says eight miles left!”
     
    “Are you going to make it?” he teased.
     
    “Yeah. Are you going to stay with the truck?”
     
    “Nah. I’ll just park it out somewhere. Quick pee break and we will be back on the road before anyone has a chance to look too closely.”
     
    Ten minutes later the Peterbuilt hissed and blew as Jack engaged the parking brake well away from the pumps and store.
     
    “Aren’t we going to put gas in it too?” Tina asked.
     
    “Nope. We still have a little over half a tank. This bitch has legs! Don’t dilly dally, and don’t beat anyone up. You remember what happened the last time we stopped at a place like this.”
     
    “I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t stop picking on me about that,” she said, but she was grinning when she leaned over for a kiss.
     
    They climbed out the cab and stretched for a moment before they walked hand-in-hand into the truck stop.
     
    “Shit… I’m getting sleepy,” Jack said as they approached the idling Peterbuilt. It was nearly five am and they had been on the road seven hours.
     
    “You want to walk about a little to wake up?” She asked. She felt for him. Despite her best efforts, she had nodded off a couple of times between Flagstaff and Kingman.
     
    “Getting out of the truck has helped, but we still have four or five hours to go.”
     
    Tina thought for a moment, then pulled him into the shadows beside the truck where she kissed him with everything she had. They devoured each other for several long moments as their tongues dueled and they pressed their bodies together.
     
    “Fuck… who can sleep now?” he panted.
     
    “Think about that if you start to get sleepy,” she said breathlessly.
     
    “Yeah…”
     
    Once they were back on the road, Tina began to tell him, in exquisite detail, all the