Scott practically threw the car door open in effort to inform the woman that she was more than welcome to hitch-hike with them. Pinky rolled her eyes in disgust. Honestly, sometimes Scott was a complete idiot. Who’d give them a medal just for picking up some lady?
“Thank you so much!” She cried. “I’ve been trying for ages!”
Scott grinned triumphantly. “I’m Scott, and this is Pinky. I call her Pinks. We’re on a quest for goodness. What’s your name?”
The woman stared at him for a moment. “You’re kidding, right? I’m Monday Harris…the millionaire’s wife. They’ve been searching for me for days.” Monday continued staring at them. “You didn’t hear? I was kidnapped, held for $50 million ransom…any of this ring a bell?”
Pinky and Scott looked at each other with puzzled faces.
“Never mind. The point is, there’s a huge reward, I’m sure. So, when you bring me back home, I will mention you to my husband, and you will be very happy, I’m sure.”
Pinky deliberated briefly. “I can’t do that, ma’am. Not just yet.”