Page 66 of Waves of Fury

“I like you.”

His palm curls possessively over my hip. “I like you too.”

“You ready to go to sleep?”

He kisses along my stubbly jaw and murmurs, “Nope.”

Me neither.

Our towels disappear pretty quickly after that.

I lied.Thisis what fantasies are made of.

I’m jerked awake at dawn to the sound of pounding at the door. Kellen jolts out of bed and then walks his naked ass over to the door before peeking out.

“What?” he demands, squinting through the peephole.

Jesse’s voice resounds on the other side. “Tell my brother we found a vehicle.”

Me and Kellen exchange a look of shock before we both scramble to locate our clothes. It takes no less than five minutes before we’re dressed and bundled up. We find Jesse standing outside with Hailey in front of an old Chevy truck that has more rust than paint.

“Kind of small, eh?” I ask, gesturing at it.

“Kind of out of options,” Jesse tosses back. “I found it up the road a little ways at a church.”

“He hot-wired it,” Hailey says, awe in her voice.

Not exactly something she should be proud of.

“Does your dad know you’ve been running the streets with my brother?” I ask before glancing down toward their room.

Her cheeks turn even pinker than they already are from the chilly air. “We couldn’t sleep.”

Jesse smirks at me. I know that look. He’s been up to no good. They’re both too young to be doing what I think they were doing. Me and Kellen definitely aren’t the only ones getting laid around here.

“Pregnancy is worse during the apocalypse,” I grumble. “Hope you wrapped your shit up, Jess.”

He rolls his eyes at me like I’m an idiot. “Did you wrapyourshit up?”

Kellen makes a choked sound of embarrassment.

“I’m not at risk of little Jesses running around,” I toss back.

Ignoring me, Jesse takes Hailey’s hand. She blushes again and smiles at him. Oh Jesus. Are me and Kellen this annoying?

“Hailey?” Dan calls out from a couple rooms down.

Jesse drops her hand like it’s a snake and she scoots away from him, guilt marring both of their expressions.

“Here, Dad,” Hailey answers. “Jesse found a truck!”

Dan’s gaze darts between the two of them, suspicion dancing in his eyes. This is where my brother gets his ass kicked just for being him.

But instead of an ass whooping, the ground starts to tremble. The easy, almost peaceful time we’ve had at this hotel comes to an end.

“Let’s pack up,” Kellen instructs. “We should get on the road in the next half hour. How much gas is in that thing?”

“Three quarters of a tank,” Jesse says. “Won’t get us all the way there, but it’ll cut down our travel time to Stovepipe Wells.”

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