Page 164 of Accidental Husband
Griffin: You didn't eat?
Jules: I'm not hungry.
Griffin: Fuck that.
I unbuckle my seatbelt. Grab my backpack. Sling it over my shoulder.
Jules squeals as I climb over the middle seat. "We're going eighty miles an hour."
"If you two have sex back there, I'm gonna crash," Dean says.
Chloe chuckles. "Are you suggesting they do it or not?"
"Just informing them of probabilities." He laughs.
She laughs louder. Then she turns the music up until it drowns out her laugh.
It's grunge, of course.
I motion to the speakers and shake my head.
Jules nods. She pulls out her cell. Taps a text.
Jules: How can these guys be so miserable? Aren't they high on heroin?
Griffin: Aren't your emo musicians high on misogyny?
Jules: How do you get high on misogyny?
Griffin: I don't know. But that one guy really likes to moan about how his ex needs to drive off a bridge.
Jules: He doesn't even write the lyrics.
Griffin: Maybe he just identifies.
Jules: He's actually married to his high school sweetheart.
Griffin: Not that you care.
My backpack isn't exactly a stash of snacks, but I have enough. I pull out the jerky I bought at the weird alien themed attraction.
Jules shakes her head. She says something that disappears in the music.
I motion to my earI can't hear you.
She scoots closer. "I'm not hungry."
"Then hold onto it." My lips brush her ear.
Her eyelids press together. "Griff…"
"That a keep going or a stop?"
"Not here." She turns to me. Stares into my eyes. "I…"
Her words dissolve in the music.
I tap a response on my cell.
