He could hear her rustling around, but she had her back to him, so he couldn’t see what she was doing.A few minutes later, the aroma of food filled the van. Damn, what he wouldn’t do for a nice plate of beef stew. When he was fixing that meatloaf for Mountain Boy and his first cousin, he’d been tempted to help himself to a bite.Sanchez dicked around in the back for a couple more minutes before she came back with a hot plate of something. Rick waited for her to sit down and eat it right in front of him. She held the plate right under his nose to torture him. His stomach growled.“You’ve been driving all night,” she said. “You’re starving. Why don’t you at least let me drive while you eat? Then if you think I can be trusted, maybe you can get a couple hours’ sleep.”He didn’t need her help driving. He had this trip planned for a single driver and that’s what he was going to do.Her hip cocked out to the side like women do when they’re pissed. “Don’t you ever get tired of being Mr.
