Chapter 13: Who would have thought revenge would cost this much!?
After another round of passion, Fil took it upon herself to clean up the place. She didn't want to raise suspicion or leave her valuables behind. After that quick chore, she and Jackson headed out of the unit to the parking space.
"What are you doing?" as soon as she got in the driver's seat of her truck, she caught Jackson still standing in front of the truck. She wound down the window, stuck her head out, and asked, "Won't you get in?"
Jackson assessed the truck briefly and then marched to the driver's seat. Without a word, he opened the door, making her jolt a little.
"I'll drive," he said, making her frown.
"It's okay. I can..." she trailed off, seeing that look on his face. "Are you afraid I'd drive just as slow as last night? Don't worry. That was because I was drunk and I'm scared I'd caused an accident."
Jackson didn't respond and simply looked at her. After a minute of being under his gaze, Fil pressed her lips and looked down.
"Fine," she conceded. "You drive. Though I have to warn you, the steering wheel is a little stiff at times."
With that being said, Fil excused herself, and Jackson stepped to the side. She hurriedly walked around the car, hitching in the front passenger seat. When she was in, she turned her head to the driver's seat where Jackson was.
Her lips parted, but kept her thoughts to herself. Instead, she quietly put on her seatbelt and stayed silent for the next ten minutes.
"I'm not scared of you driving like a snail." After ten minutes of pure silence, Jackson broke the ice. "It favors me in a way. Last night and this morning, I'm entertained enough to stick around longer."
Fil slowly lifted her gaze to him, blinking. "You're not angry?"