Silence was the only deafening sound bellowing inside this car. Cameron knew I didn't want to see his mother. I have good reasons not to want to see her. Right!
I'm not in the best mood, I look like crap, and he and I aren't engaged. I'm not a teenager that's going on a date. I'm meeting Cameron's mother.
"Stop the car."
He took his eyes off the road for a second to look at me.
"Turn the car to the side of the road. I'm getting out."
He didn't question me. He just did it. Thank God. I didn't want to fight with him anymore than I have to.
"Why won't you see my mother?"
I turned in my seat to face him. I had my hand up readying to count the reasons on my fingers.
"One. I'm not sixteen. Two. We aren't engaged. Three. Just look at me," I motioned my hand up and down so he'd see me, "I've been completely out of it for two hours. I look like crap."
He leaned back further into his seat. "My mother won't care how you look."
"Bull. First impressions last forever."
He raised his head to look at me. He had the expression of understanding upon his face. Did I actually get through his thick skull?
He placed his hands back on the wheel. "You're right Sara. I'm sorry. We can see her another day."
I smiled up at him. "How about another month?" I laughed, but slowly quit. I wish I hadn't said that, but oh well. What was said has been said. No way to take it back now.
His eyes finally concentrated on the road. "Where would you like to go?"
I grabbed his shoulder. "To sleep."
He tried to force a smile. "I'll drive you to a hotel if you want."
"A hotel would be nice." I dropped my hand to my side. It wasn't working anyway.
He sighed then did a u-turn on the road. I sat back in my seat thinking about my future. My future must be like his sense of direction. I'm betting he has no idea where he is going.
"Where are you originally from?"
He didn't even look over at me. He just continued to stare out at the open road. "St. Louis."
"Why are you living in Texas?"
"My job is located there."
"Couldn't you have just gotten hired somewhere else?"
"No. I like this job."
"What magazine do you work for?"
He smiled at me. "Earth's Undead."
I lifted my head astonished. "You mean as in the undead vampires?"
He began to turn into a parking lot. "Yep."
"How long have you worked there?"
"About three years, straight out of college."
"Why were you assigned to go to where ever you were supposed to go?"
He turned off the engine then sat back in his seat.
"How do you keep your lycanthropy a secret?"
He leaned in close to me as if he were going to tell me a secret. "Very carefully."
I gave him my best astonished face then opened the door.
He laughed at me as he stepped out of the Rodeo. I watched him move until he went into the main door of the hotel. I stood there wondering if the keys were in the ignition. I'm not so sure if I want to stay with Cameron a day. But, he's a great guy and he makes me laugh. So what's my problem? Oh yes! I most certainly remember now. He's moving too fast.