Carrie busied herself with fastening her bra back together with a piece of wire Zane found in the toolbox he kept in the truck bed. He glanced over at her from time to time while he drove, slowly because the rain was still coming down, but for her part she seemed to be trying hard to pretend he didn’t exist. She was drenched. They both were. Funny how neither of them cared at the time, when the winds changed direction and the rain slanted directly into their little shelter under the overhang. She’d been on top of him, moving like a wild creature, the wind snatching up her cries and carrying them away. Her nails tore into his back, under the shirt she’d unbuttoned—well, she’d undone the first few buttons, anyway, but then she’d gotten impatient and just ripped the last one off—and when she finally went over the top she’d bitten him above his collarbone, hard. And that had just been the first time. The dashboard clock showed it was nearly 3:00 in the morning, late enough that the guests should all be gone and, hopefully, the wedding party tucked safely in bed, getting their rest for tomorrow.
