Chapter 113

• Nick woke Lalaine up quite a while later. He complained that having her face in his lap had given him a major hard-on, and his balls just couldn't take it anymore. Served him right. He adjusted himself in his jeans while Lalaine looked around to see where they were. They were on the outskirts of Hillsboro, and Lalaine recognized the surroundings because she had traveled that road with her folks so many times. When she was a kid, Lalaine used to stare out the window and make up all these different stories about the landscape. Her favorite was pretending she was a poor maiden who had been locked up in a little cottage, forced to pass the days alone while waiting for her Prince Charming to ride up on his white stallion and sweep her off her feet.
• Lalaine snorted at herself internally. What little girl didn't have that fantasy? That memory was so vivid in her mind that she still remembered most of the details. In fact, just around the bend, there would be a...
• "Stop the car!" Lalaine yelled, and then started pounding on the glass divider that separated them from Samuel.