Read Online Strong (Kindred #1) by K.A. Hobbs - Free Book Online

muffin is not breakfast, it’s barely even a snack.” I laugh.
    “There are services in ten miles, we’ll stop then, okay?”
    “Deal, and I’m stocking up, a road trip is supposed to have food, and games, want to play a game?”
    “Sure what is it?” she reaches over and turns down the music a little.
    “We each have to think of five questions, it’s like quick fire, no chance to think, first thing that comes into your head.”
    “Okay, you go first.”
    “I’m going to need a few minutes.”
    I sit there, watching the cars whizz past the window and think of my five random questions to ask her, I want them to be lighthearted, funny, nothing too serious. When I have them, I turn a little in my seat and rest my back against the door.
    “Ready?”
    “Ready.” she nods.
    “First thing that comes into your head okay?”
    “I know how to play the game, Carter.” she rolls her eyes.
    I lose the ability to talk for a few seconds, the sun comes out and shines right through the window illuminating her profile. She’s so unbelievably beautiful, everything about her is in perfect proportion. She has the cutest nose and the most kissable lips, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her.
    “Carter?” she smirks at me.
    “Sorry. Right,” I run my hand over my mouth, a little embarrassed at getting caught blatantly checking her out. “Beatles or Stones?”
    “Really? That’s your first question?”
    “Answer the question.”
    “Stones.”
    “Really? I would have guessed Beatles.”
    “Next question, you’re so easily distracted.” she laughs.
    “Tea or coffee?”
    “Both. I’m not picking one or the other, sometimes I want coffee and sometimes I want tea.”
    “A rule breaker, I like it.”
    “Next.”
    “Sweet or savoury?”
    “Savoury.”
    “Hard or soft?”
    “What?!” she exclaims, her eyes shooting to mine.
    “Hard or soft.”
    “I’m not answering that!”
    “Why?”
    “You’re being dirty.”
    “Hard or soft is dirty?” I grin at her.
    “You’re fully aware what you’re asking.”
    “Answer the question.”
    “Soft… Bed covers, jumpers, blankets.”
    “Last one, Harry or Jack?”
    “Jack.” she answers then claps a hand over her mouth.
    “You fancy my brother?” I tease her.
    “I do not, I just couldn’t deal with Harry and his constant need to be disgusting.”
    “Jack is the same, believe me.”
    “He’s not, he can at least control himself… Sometimes.” she tells me.
    “Rarely.” I smirk.
    My brother is just as bad as Harry.
    “Really, are we done?”
    “Yup, those are your five. Do your worst.”
    She bites her bottom lip and I can almost hear the cogs turning while she thinks of her five questions.
    “Okay, favourite drink?”
    “Beer.”
    “If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life what would it be?”
    “Pizza.”
    “What song would you sing at karaoke?”
    “I don’t sing.” I shake my head in disgust.
    “Answer the question.”
    “Brown Sugar.”
    “Morning or night?”
    “Morning.”
    “Blonde, brunette or red head?”
    “Brunette.”
    I look over and she’s deliberately keeping her eyes to the front.
    “Services in a mile, still want munchies?” she coughs.
    “Absolutely.”
     

     
    Since landing in England, I’ve not had the pleasure of being able to shop for junk.
    That’s all changed now.
    I’m standing in a store, that among other things, has aisles of junk and I think I’m in Heaven. I reach for a packet of something called Monster Munch and examine them, I don’t know what they are, but I’m willing to give them a try. I pick up another three bags of different chips and then head to the candy aisle. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to look at an amused looking Carmen.
    “How long do you think we’re going to be driving for?” she laughs at me.
    “I’ve never tried any of this stuff, what are Monster Munch?”
    “Crisps.”
    “Chips?”
    “Yes, chips to you. Are you