CHAPTER 196

ENRIQUE DRUMMED HIS fingers on the steering wheel. They had been driving for the past 5 hours without saying anything apart from a few words. The silence was filled by the country music floating from the radio.

Enrique suddenly pulled to a stop by the side of the road.

"What is it?" Lorna asked. "What happened?"

"A cramp on my leg," Enrique muttered, folding himself from the car and stretching.

"We should be there before any of my sisters," Lorna complained.

Enrique snorted. He cracked his neck and yawned. "Did you even have breakfast?" He asked, looking at her.

"Henry," she said, reverting to one of the many variations of his name.

"Did you?" Enrique asked, leaning against the bark of a tree.

"I wasn't hungry," Lorna said under her breath. "Come on, let's go."

"The engine is at risk of overheating, Lorna," Enrique said. "We need to give it time to cool off."

Lorna leaned over to the driver's seat and looked at the dashboard to confirm what he said. She groaned and got out of the car.