Beau glanced back, moments later, and smiled. “If we had bet, I’d have won.” Rick was curled up on the seat, fast asleep. He turned on the radio, finding a station playing hard rock music to help keep him awake.
Hours passed with the road stretching out in front of him. Beau stopped for gas, picking up a couple of cheeseburgers and a chicken sandwich, as well as bottled water, and a cup of coffee, which he started drinking on the way back to the car.
He’d driven no more than a mile when he heard Rick say, “I smell food. What time is it?”
“Three A.M., and I have two cheeseburgers for you,” Beau replied, pulling over to the side of the road. “Now that you’re awake, come up front and keep me company.”
“I can drive again, while you catch some sleep,” Rick said, getting into the front seat.
“Naw. I’m good.” Beau handed him the bag of food and a bottle of water.
“Where’s my coffee?” Rick groused, eyeing Beau’s.
“I didn’t know when you’d wake up. Cold coffee sucks.”