Chapter 72

Eight hours didn't seem like that long. Most people spent that at a desk five days a week, but when pregnant and staying awake took monumental effort-not to mention, I had to pee every thirty minutes-eight turned into twelve.

After the third stop, I gave Davis and his friends the go-ahead. There was no reason for them to keep stopping with me, so they had reached the house long before I did. By the time I got there, they had unloaded every box and piece of furniture and had made a homestead in the living room. My guess was there was a grocery store open when they got here, but by the time midnight had rolled around, I didn't see a single gas station with the lights on. Although, I wasn't looking, either. I was grateful there were food and drinks available and that someone had had the forethought to get junk for the pregnant girl.