Page 115 of Star Crossed
“Just like that,” Nova confirmed as he turned to leave.
“You’re gonna drive to West Virginia without packing shit?”
Nova opened the front door and gestured to it. “Get the fuck out, Gino.”
Gino walked past the open door without complaint, which Nova would’ve considered a minor miracle if Gino wasn’t trailing after him like a lost puppy. Into the elevator and down to the parking garage, he was at Nova’s heels until they reached his car. Then Nova tossed his laptop on the passenger-side seat, but it didn’t stay there. Gino placed it in the back and fell into Nova’s Escalade comfortably.
“Get outta my car.”
Gino lifted his gaze to Nova and said, “Aldo told me to keep you company.”
Nova stared at him, knowing life was very simple for Gino. Do what you’re told, and don’t ever diverge from your instructions. Arguing about it was pointless, and Nova got into the car rather than waste time with it.
“We could call Aldo,” Gino suggested. “Not like I gotta hard-on to see West Virginia or Romeo.”
“Fuck it,” Nova said as he started the car and backed up. “Just don’t speak. Your mouth pisses me off.”
“Fine, whatever.” Gino shrugged. “But I gotta stop and take a piss before we get on the interstate.”
Nova looked at Gino, wondering why he didn’t just take a leak before they left the apartment if he knew he was coming along. The lack of foresight made him growl, “You can hold it.”
“For nine hours? I gotta weak bladder.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
“I just drank a whole cup of coffee and that means—”
Nova held up a hand before he could finish the sentence. “We’ll stop.”
It was starting to look like Wyatt might beat him there. With Gino along, Nova knew it was going take longer than it should.
