Her ass was numb, and her shoulders ached after two hours in the same position, the door handle digging into her on one side and the space between her leg and Tyler’s almost as painful. “Pass me the soda?” Martin said, holding out his right hand. “All gone,” she said and held the empty bottle upside down to prove her point. The sodas were long finished, the licorice and chips nothing but memories, and all three of them were sick and tired of being in the car, and probably sick and tired of each other, too. On the plus side, after an argument over what radio station to put on that had ended in the radio being turned off entirely, Tyler had started taking more part in the conversation. He still didn’t sound like “her” Tyler, but it was a start. She still thought him going anywhere near a preter was a crap idea, though. “We could pull off and look for a convenience store,”
