We ran out of gas ten miles from town but it’s not like we weren’t expecting it. I mean, think about filling your beat-up car at the gas station with fifty bucks; the only thing two runaway teens could supply.

Wes laughed at our gas issue and I slapped his shoulder. “What?” he asked me, as if the problem wasn’t clear.

“How can you laugh when we have no gas?” I snapped.

“Ella, we walk.” He chuckled again and I struck. “Would you quit it? No one gonna find us. Now where is the rest of the quote fifty bucks?” He even had the nerve to push air quotation marks in my face.

I handed him the duffel filled with the money and he smoothed down my messy red locks.

“Ella, would you quit worrying? You worry to much.” He told me and I tried with no effort to loosen up for him. Wes kissed my lips suddenly and I pulled away from him. “Oh sorry, you hate doing that in public…though there’s no one around. Anyway, guess what? The duffel, it still has the casino money inside!”

I jumped, “Yes! All set!”