“I don’t care,” she ground out, and now the rain really started coming down, drumming on the roofs of the cars all around us. “That’s disgusting and—”

“God, you really have zero survival skills, you know that? I’m surprised you didn’t complain there was no milk for your cereal on that truck.”

“Who the hell do you think you are anyway?”

I stepped forward. “The guy who got you out of a field in the middle of nowhere to—”

“A deserted fucking highway with a bunch of dead people!” She practically screamed, her voice rising over the pounding rain. She stepped forward too. Her cheeks were flushed, eyelashes glittering with raindrops, shoulders jutted back, and fuck if she wasn’t beautiful, and fuck if it didn’t piss me the hell off. “And now we have to walk again!”

“Yes,” I snarled. “We do. So put. The. Fucking. Shoes. On.” I held them between us and pushed them against her chest.

We stood toe to toe, staring angrily, both breathing heavily as rain streamed down our skin. Her hands came up and she took the shoes, her eyes narrowed, as she pressed her lips into a thin line and hissed, “I’ll never forgive you.”

“Likewise,” I hissed back.

I felt Charlie’s hand on my chest as he pushed us apart. I stepped back and so did Emily, and then I grabbed Charlie’s hand and threw it off me.

When the hell had it started raining like this? It was already cold, and now it was freezing, and we were soaking wet. I moved quickly to a nearby black Sedan and was elated to find it unlocked. I slid into the front seat, while behind me, Emily and Charlie were clamoring in the back. Both our doors shut with twin thwacks.

I took off my coat and used the inside lining to dry my hair and my pants as best as I could, and I heard them doing the same thing. From behind me, Emily’s quiet sobs took up again, mixing with the steady drumbeat of rain and making me feel trapped. It was either get out of the car and get soaked again or sit in here and listen to her crying. When the rain let up, I’d try to find another open car in the immediate vicinity, so I at least had my own space. But for now, I knew it was important to get dry. I was already chilled from removing my jacket and sitting in soggy jeans. “My God. I’m really trapped in a car with these two,” I murmured, mostly under my breath.

“Stop acting like you’re better than us,” Emily muttered from behind me before letting out a soft whimper.