Page 57 of The Biker's Brother

“No. Why?”

“Because, if you don’t have to go to the bathroom, we’re going to use the drive through.”

“Drive through,” she repeated, sounding inappropriately excited. “Wait. Pull over and let me drive. If we’re going to do drive through, I want to drive.”

He glanced at her incredulously. “You’ve never been through drive through.”

She shook her head.

“Okay. We might as well top off the tank.”

He pulled into a gas station close to McDonalds. “While we’re here, I might as well go to the bathroom and restock our snack supply.”

Brandon opened his mouth to say something about doing a one eighty on restroom usage, but thought better of it. Instead he went with, “Oursnack supply? You’re a quick study, Rose. Alright, but wait until I’m done here.”

When he returned the nozzle to its holder and screwed the gas cap back on, Cami got out. After he checked it out, she used the toilet, whether she needed to or not, then gathered up bottled waters, bananas, nuts, and protein bars.

“Get juice to have with breakfast in the car.”

Back in the car, she was excited about her first drive through experience and excited to be the driver driving through the drive through.

“Just ease up to that lighted sign. There’s a speaker for talking to the people inside.”

When she was in position, a voice said, “Ready for breakfast when you are.”

She looked at Brandon and mouthed, “What do I say?”

He chuckled. “Three Egg McMuffins.” She repeated that. “Two hashbrowns.” She repeated that.

“Drive to the first window.”

She grinned at Brandon before pulling up to the first window. He handed her some bills, which she passed on to the lady waiting for payment.

“Put the change in the box,” Brandon said.

“The box?”

“Yeah. That plastic thing under the window.”

She read the box. “A charitable bodyguard.”

“Don’t go thinking I’m soft, Rose. I’m passing that on to your dad.”

She drew in a big breath and nodded.

Once they were out of town, on the road again, Brandon peeled the paper away from her round sandwich and handed it to her.

“You want cranberry juice?”

“Yes.”

He fished the cranberry out of the convenience store sack, opened it, and set it in the drink holder next to her right arm. It was a thoughtful thing to do. She tried to remember if Trey had ever been thoughtful like that, even before they were married, when he was actuallytryingto impress her. Maybe he had. So much had happened since then it was hard to remember.

“Well, what do you think?” Brandon asked with his mouth full.

She smiled while chewing, glanced his way, and nodded. When she swallowed, she said, “Yeah. Good. That’s three new experiences this morning.”

“Okay. There’s the drive through.”

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