Are you tracking my fluid intake as well?” “I wasn’t aware you were keeping a chart of my bladder function. “What are you, the pee police?” she retorted. “You just went a couple of hours ago,” he said.
“I have to pee,” she finally said when her bladder reached the point of no return and she spotted an exit up ahead. Trusting him would be asking for heartache. She’d already experienced firsthand what happened when you opened up to Nate Jennings, and she didn’t intend to make the same mistake twice. It wasn’t as if they needed to bond over it. He’d been even more tense and on edge than usual since she’d shut down their little heart-to-heart. She wiggled in her seat and peeked over at him. How long did Nate plan to drive before stopping for a bathroom break? She’d watched the man consume two bottles of water and a full cup of coffee. They’d left North Carolina and made the turn onto I-81 ages ago. Her bladder screamed at her to open her stubborn mouth. The fact that she’d desperately had to pee for at least thirty miles wasn’t helping matters. She checked the map on her phone just to make sure. Just a few more hours, and they’d be back on level ground where they belonged. Terrifying for someone afraid of heights? Double yes. She tensed and squeezed her eyes shut as Nate rounded a curve and the road dropped off into nothing on the passenger side. A never-ending state filled with windy roads, nightmarish tunnels, and scarily spectacular views. Virginia seemed to be a never-ending state. Lilly watched the odometer turn over another mile.
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