thought about it. ‘I met up with a piercer last year at the Las Vegas convention. Thought I might look him up and see if he wanted in on it.’
‘What kind of business plan is that?’ Alexis demanded, turning her dark eyes to him.
‘I got a plan,’ Ethan said. He gripped the wheel tighter and felt the tension working its way up his arms.
‘What? Look up some stranger you met at a convention and maybe open a shop?’ She shook her head. Mumbling, she said, ‘That’s not a plan. That’s stupidity.’
Susan quietly pulled away, sinking into the back seat. An uncomfortable silence followed. Alexis didn’t seem to notice. Ethan shook his head. This woman was really too much. He hadn’t been in prison before, but he might just be after this trip – for throwing the she-bitch out of a moving vehicle.
‘You know, doll, I’ve never been in prison so you can ease up on the fear,’ Ethan snapped.
‘I was arrested once,’ Susan said, her voice cheery. ‘In college.’
Ethan chuckled. It was obvious Susan was trying to lighten the mood.
‘You did?’ Ted asked. ‘For what?’
‘Um,’ Susan sounded guilty. ‘Jaywalking ticket I forgot to pay.’
Ted laughed. ‘My little rebel.’
‘I got you beat,’ Ethan said.
‘I bet you do,’ Alexis said under her breath. He did his best to ignore her.
‘I’ve only been arrested one time and that was for drunken misconduct when I was sixteen. I’d been caught peeing in public at our town’s annual Thanksgiving Day Parade.’
‘You did not,’ Susan said.
‘It was a dare. I hit one of those stupid floats,’ Ethan said. He didn’t think it was such a big deal. It hardly qualified him for America’s Most Wanted. Besides, he was still kind of proud he was able to hit the moving target from the kerb. ‘My family still plays the news footage every year at Thanksgiving. It’s a new James family tradition.’
Susan and Ted laughed. Alexis said, ‘How quaint.’
‘Listen, doll, I don’t know what your problem is, but you better stop taking it out on me or I’ll pull this damned car over and let you walk your scrawny ass back to New York. That is if they’d even let you back in.’ Ethan forced his hands to relax as he dropped one to his lap. There was no way he was going to let Alexis know she was getting to him. Her kind was like piranhas. They liked attacking the weaker fish.
‘You can’t threaten me,’ Alexis gasped. The look of stunned amazement on her face was priceless. Ethan would’ve traded his favourite tattoo machine for a picture of it. He’d hang it in his new shop, right on top of a dart board. ‘How dare you speak to me that way?’
‘It’s my car,’ he said dryly. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She snapped it shut and glared out the car window. Directing his question towards the back seat, he asked, ‘So, what’s your guys’ plan?’
‘I work online as an internet stockbroker,’ Ted said. ‘So basically, I can do that anywhere.’
‘What about you?’ he asked, glancing over his shoulder at Susan.
‘Oh, you know, get apartment, get jobs,’ Susan said. He looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was staring at the back of Alexis’s head. Ted met Ethan’s eye and gave an apologetic glance to the woman in the front.
Ethan shrugged it off. He was irritated, but he wasn’t going to let it bother him. Maybe they’d just got off on the wrong foot. Glancing across the seat at Alexis, he stiffened. And, then again, maybe not.
Several hours and a gas station on the New York–Pennsylvania border later, Alexis still stung from Ethan’s remarks about her butt. In fact, she was so self-conscious about it that she’d made her way to the gas station bathroom to check it out. It looked the same to her, but maybe it really was scrawny. She resolved to start doing leg lifts immediately.
The bathroom was disgusting. Toilet paper stuck to the dirty tiled floor. Used paper towels were piled so high on the trashcan