10 Chapter 10

“Then why did she insist I help her?”

“Because she realized you were a stranger, and wanted to invite you to a nice, home-cooked dinner.” Scott opened the bottle of tequila and poured a shot. “But would you have agreed to come home with her if she had just simply invited you?”

“No. Probably not.”

“And then you wouldn’t have met us, and you’d be stuck on the road, probably wishing you were anywhere but in your car in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere,” Sasha finished. Stretching her legs out in front of her, she leaned her neck against the couch so that her back was angled, her breasts thrust into full view. She plucked one of the lime slices and smiled at Adam. “And isn’t this nicer than that?”