Hit the road, Jack

How had she even ended up here? And by here she meant in this car, with this man beside her.
The worst part of it, being the very fact that she had found herself finding excuses to why they needed to stay a place a little longer. Or make a problem, like suddenly the car didn’t work, mainly because she had frozen the motor so it wouldn’t start. But then again, she didn’t know that Joseph actually knew where George was, and in his own way was just leading her a stray. At first, she had been mad, yelling at him, only to be made mute. He had been lucky she hadn’t just ended him right there and then.

She remembered one of the nights where she had gotten so drunk and had been laughing, like she had never laughed before. Maybe there was just something about his person that drew her in, and she couldn’t really understand why. Then there was the thoughts about why he even wanted to be around her. At times she felt like he didn’t even like her, or thought she was plenty annoying.
“Mmh, alright” she mumbled, after a few months around him she had learned to turn down the volume on her voice. Funny, another thing she had changed without thinking about it in the months they had spend together. “So, you are sure his there this time?” she asked, letting her brown eyes look at him through the sunglasses she was wearing. Her fingers ran through her now almost blond hair, from being in the constant baking sun had brought the colour she was born with, out. “Because this is maybe the fifth time that you told me that we would be at the location, and somehow he wasn’t there” even as she might should have sounded angry a slight teasing smile formed on her lips “One would start to wonder if you had taken a liking to me”

“Yes, because you are a man that makes that many miscalculations” now it there was something that Pris had learned over their travels, was that Joseph never did anything without knowing the exact outcome. One might think that he was in a situation that he didn’t want to be in, but something told her that even then. Even when it looked like he was on the losing side, he had some kind of plot making it just look so, but in reality, he was winning. Even if it was only in his mind. Not saying that there wouldn’t be times where he could lose. But she was fairly sure it was only very rarely that ever happened.

“Don’t flatter yourself hybrid” she scuffed as he turned the question around telling her that she would love that. Hating that he was right, that she would actually be somewhat happy if he told her that he liked her. Not that it would ever happen, as soon as this horrible case was over, they would split up and then that would be that.

Finally, they came to the destination. She narrowed her eyes, a ranch? Really. She sighed and stopped the car took the keys and opened the doors. “Shit it’s hot” she complained and pulled her long hair back into a ponytail. She then started walking towards the house walking up the stairs and started pounding the door. “George Watworth?” she called looking back at Joseph lifting a brow as it didn’t seem like anyone was. Home.