A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [125]
“No, and the kids who are working this shift are getting a real charge out of watching you struggle.” Pris saw two of them hanging out of the delivery window, big grins on their faces. Pris decided to wave.
At last they drew alongside the window. “Awesome,” said the teenage girl who handed them their food. “Did you, like, get married in your chauffeur’s uniform?” Other crew members crowded around her to peer at the limo.
“Uh, no.” Josh handed the bags over to Pris and gave the girl some money.
“So you changed into your uniform for the trip? That is so cool! Chauffeuring your bride on the honeymoon! I love that!”
Pris leaned down so she could see the girl’s face. “Actually, we’re not married. I ran away from the wedding, and he helped me escape.”
The girl’s mouth rounded in a big O. “Wow,” she whispered. “Just like Julia Roberts.”
“Except Pris is better looking,” Josh said. “Hey, thanks for the food.” He hit a button and rolled the window up.
“Oh, yeah.” Pris grinned at him. “Better looking than Julia Roberts. You are so full of it.”
“Actually, I meant every word. You’re gorgeous.”
Her heart warmed in a way it never had with Brad’s compliments. “I could kiss you for that.”
He glanced at her. “Better be careful. One kiss, and it’s all over but the shouting.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“SO, WHERE DO YOU want to eat this?” Josh asked. He had an idea, but if they did that, he could predict the results. He could predict the results anyway. You could cut the sexual tension in the car with a knife.
“How about if we drive out toward the water?”
Bingo. Just what he’d been thinking. “Then I need to make another stop before we do that.”
Pris took a deep breath. “Have we decided then?”
He thought they had, but he still wanted to talk it out for a little while and make sure they had an understanding of what tonight was all about. “I’m not sure if we’ve decided or not, but like I said, we’re not going to stop with one kiss. And this limo comes equipped with quite a few things, but that’s not one of them.”
“Then maybe you’d better stop.”
His heart pounded faster. A decision to buy condoms didn’t have to mean a decision to use condoms, but in his experience, it usually meant exactly that.
He pulled into the parking lot of a drugstore. There were no spaces that would take the full length of the limo. “I’m going to have to block some cars while I run in.” He left the motor going and unfastened his seat belt. “If anyone wants the limo moved, just tell them I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Wait. Let me go in.”
“You?” He couldn’t believe she’d said that. Not Pris Adams.
“Me.” She unfastened her seat belt. “It’s better if they see a bride buying them for her honeymoon than a chauffeur from Red Carpet buying them while he’s on duty.”
He hadn’t thought of that, maybe because he didn’t feel as though he was on duty. But the limo company had a reputation that stretched from New York City to Boston, and Pris was absolutely right that he shouldn’t be caught buying condoms in one of these small coastal towns. People loved to talk, and word could get back to his boss.
Still, he hated sending Pris out to get them. “It’s chilly out there.” But if he gave her his jacket with the Red Carpet logo on it, then he might as well go in himself.
“I’ll be fast. But I need to borrow some money.” She held out her hand.
He started to reach for his wallet and hesitated. Having sex with Pris again could be the dumbest idea he’d ever had. He’d probably end up wanting her more than ever, and he couldn’t have both Pris and a secure future.
She dropped her hand back in her lap. “Second thoughts?”
The lights in the parking lot allowed him to see her expression, and she looked…wistful. Need gripped him in an iron fist. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Second, third and fourth thoughts. But I still want you.” He pulled his wallet out.
She took the bills he handed her and folded them neatly. Now that was more like the Pris he remembered. Then