THE SILENCE AFTER WE’D all settled in—Lupe driving, Ash beside her, me and Ryder in the next tier of seats—was as thick as the Queen’s favorite treacle pudding. Tension oozed into every c***k in the vehicle, making it difficult to breathe.
“Do you mind if I turn on the radio?” Ash asked after an endless while.
“Yes,” Lupe snapped. “I do mind.”
So there was no noise to cover up the pop of the tire as we barreled down the interstate. No noise to prevent us from noticing when the vehicle shuddered on three inflated wheels plus a single squishy flat.
“I hope you stopped by the produce section before coming to get me,” Ryder muttered under his breath...not quite soft enough so every shifter present wouldn’t hear him.
“Because,” I finished the joke, also sotto voce, “we need a-spare-I-guess
