Jess grumbles unintelligibly between mouthfuls of coffee, warmer and weaker than anticipated. The smell doesn't interest Rocky in the slightest, unlike the whiffs of hard liquor that waft off of her. She screws the cap back into the top of the thermos and is setting it back into the console when he steals a kiss from her. It's both too long and too short, considering he's at the wheel.

Head to the headrest, she rests her eyes as they accelerate past the stop sign. Maybe if she sleeps the entire time they're gone, she can stop feeling so tired. That ought to last half a day.

"How far are we going?" A yes in other words. She hasn't asked until now. Aside from offering a legitimate name and credit score, if he needed it, she's stayed willfully blind on planning the trip. Okay, and limiting them to one canine companion, but she didn't help in the selection process, which had to be harrowing for him.