New Horizon [Morganville]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Road trip, road trip!” Eve whooped. “Freaking vacation time, bitches!”

Shane groaned and gritted his teeth as he rubbed his temples. Claire looked at Shane, and then at Michael through the rear-view window. They were both trying hard not to laugh, and the only one that thought Eve wasn’t being funny was Shane, who had started to get a wicked headache, and Eve herself, who was clearly overexcited and going into a hyperactive seizure. Shane buried his face in his hands as he swore only loud enough for Claire to hear, and most likely Michael. Claire bit her lip and looked out the window as Shane muttered almost silent words to himself.

“I’m going to kill her,” She barely heard Shane complain into his hands. “I’ll have to hide the body though. Damn. You can’t hide someone like Eve, it’s not natural.”

“Ice cream,” Eve cried happily. “Michael, we need to stop for ice-cream. I mean, what type of road trip is it if there’s no ice cream? –”

“No ice cream!” Shane yelled, and Michael pulled down on the driving wheel causing the car to swerve a little, but his vampire reflexes kicked in and the car was driving as straight as a bullet within seconds. “Remember what happened last time we got ice cream? It ended up with your car getting burnt to ashes.”

Eve raised an eyebrow and turned in her seat to glare at Shane. “Damn asshole. What’s all up in your grill?”

“That would be your melodramatic wardrobe after I burn you alive.” Shane tilted his head to the side, challenging her.

“Looks like you’ve been punched in the eyes, Collins,” Eve pointed at the dark skin under Shane’s eyes. “You really need to get some shut-eye.”

“Gee,” Shane smiled with fake cheeriness. “That never crossed my mind.”

Eve, realizing that she wouldn’t be able to make peace with Shane at that moment, turned to Claire.
“Claire Bear, you seriously got to tame your pet. Teach him some manners, or you know. Throw on a muzzle.”

“Yeah Claire Bear,” Shane mimicked Eve’s voice and Claire snorted and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Please. Teach me some manners.”

“Hey,” Eve scowled. “Keep it PG Collins. I know what you’re hinting at, and I don’t like it. Not one bit.”
Shane raised an eyebrow and pointed at Claire, who stared innocently back at him.

“It’s all her idea!” Shane objected and folded his arms over his chest. He looked away from Eve and winked at Claire. “She makes me do the kinkiest things.”

Claire let out a sharp and short laugh as she rolled her eyes at him. Shane smiled down at her, and he brushed his arm against hers deliberately. “Well,” Michael said from the drivers seat. “Are you all done? Or aren’t you finished acting like twelve year olds?”

“Watch it Mikey,” Shane said. “Twelve year olds shouldn’t be in a serious relationship, and they especially shouldn’t be doing kinky things.”

“Oh,” Michael smiled. “You were the only twelve year old that got to do that?”

“Bite me, paleface.” Shane taunted.

“Nah. You’re not my type.”

“Damn. That was a flat out rejection,” Shane pouted and looked down at Claire, who frowned back at him. “That hurt.”

“Poor baby,” Claire cooed and kissed his nose. “And Eve is right. You need to rest, you look pretty creepy.”  Shane draped his arm over Claire’s shoulder and kissed the side of her head. Eve rolled her eyes and turned back around, smiling at Michael. She drummed her glossy black fingernails against the car door as she looked out the side window. Of course, the car had tinted windows, so none of them except Michael could see out the sedan. Claire looked at Eve through the rear-view mirror, and she smiled as she saw Eve open her mouth.