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“I’m offering. You’re shaken up after that, and rightfully so.”
“But . . .”
“I really don’t mind.”
“I’m an adult,” she snapped. “I should be able to drive for a few hours.”
“You’re not a bad driver, and this wasn’t your fault. I only want to help.”
Her shoulders sank. She looked back at the car and sighed. “Fine. You can drive. I hate driving anyway.”
“You hate driving?” he asked. “And you drove this far?”
“It makes me so nervous. For this reason exactly.” She gestured to the accident again. Police had arrived and were taking statements. Both drivers were still yelling at each other.
“You saved us from being involved in that,” he said. “Let’s tell the police what we saw and then get back on the road.”
“Okay. Let me give you my keys.” Her hands brushed over her pockets, but they didn’t find anything. “Wha—where did I . . .”
“I have them.”
“Did I leave them in the car?” She groaned. “I hate it when shit like this happens. I start making so many stupid mistakes when I’m flustered.”
“It’s fine,” Daniel assured her, and when her eyes turned to him, he could see that she didn’t believe him. “It really is. Now, let’s go tell the police what we saw.”
After they gave their statements, they were free to go. Daniel climbed into the driver’s seat of the car. Amelia was quiet when she got in. They pulled back onto the road, and he focused on ensuring they were far enough away from other people.
But only a few minutes into the drive, he heard her stomach rumble. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
“What? No. I’m fine.”
“Do we need to stop?”
“No, I’m good! I can skip lunch.”
“So you are hungry.”
“I don’t want to keep stopping for something so small.”
Amelia’s hunger wasn’t small to him, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to convince her of that. She was stubborn, but not in the ways he was used to. It seemed she was insistent on not taking care of herself, not inconveniencing others.
“Would it help if I said I was hungry too?”
“Maybe. Are you?”
“I am. How about we just get something really quick?”
“Okay,” she said slowly. “That works for me.”
Daniel found a Taco Bell and pulled into a parking spot. This time, he paid for their food, even as she tried to hand him her card.
“You got the coffee. I got the food.”
Amelia huffed and put away her card. “Fine. If you insist.”
They found a table in the corner and sat to eat. Amelia tore into her food much like she had at the diner. She must have been starving. She was finished far before he was, but most of his time was spent figuring out how not to make a mess of the burrito he’d ordered.
“Okay,” she admitted, the stress gone from her voice. “Maybe I was hungry.”
