Free Ensenada Escapade: Destination: Desire, Book 6 by Crystal Jordan Page B

awkward pause. “Never mind. Forget my adoration of quirky 80s films.”
    “My name is Inigo Montoya,” Ben quoted with an accent remarkably like the actor in the movie.
    Priya jumped in. “You killed my father.”
    “Prepare to die!” Everyone finished together, breaking into laughter. On that festive—if slightly morbid—note, they piled back into the Impala and headed north again.

Chapter Five
    “Nora, I…I don’t feel so good,” Hazel said, voice strained. Her fingers knotted tight in the hem of her shorts, and she swallowed audibly.
    “Are you getting car sick, sweetie?” Nora glanced to the right and saw the chalk-white cast to her sister’s features. That wasn’t a good sign. “You haven’t done that since we were kids.”
    Priya made a little choking noise from the backseat. “No, I think it was the fish tacos.”
    “Pull over,” Ben barked, enough urgency in his tone that Nora didn’t hesitate. Ben was many things, but a drama king wasn’t among them. She swerved across two lanes, earning a few irate horns blares, and she was fairly certain Ben flipped the other drivers the bird. Not legal in California. Normally, she’d make a snarky remark about him being a lawyer who should know better, but Priya made a gagging noise that had Nora fishtailing to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes, unsnapping her seatbelt and flying out of the car faster than she ever had in her life. Hazel was right behind her and barely managed to make it out.
    Priya wasn’t quite so lucky. Tweedle Dumber hadn’t been to enough frat parties in his life to figure out that gagging was a bad omen and meant he needed to get out of the way fast. Nora closed her eyes as the awful sound of retching came from inside her car, following by the grotesque screams of two mostly-grown men. Both rear doors exploded open.
    At first, she thought Chuck was bending over beside Priya to check on her, but then she noticed his ribs jerking spasmodically. He was heaving his guts up too.
    Ben frowned at him. “You didn’t have the fish, did you?”
    “Sympathetic vomiter,” Tweedle Dumb choked out. “I see it, I hear it, I smell it, I do it.”
    Great. Just fucking great.
    “It’s been about two hours since we ate, so…that’d be right for certain types of seafood poisoning.” Nora turned to Ben. “Assuming it is seafood poisoning, we need to get them to a hospital. They should be fine, but they need to be cleared by a doctor. Tests need to be run.”
    “Understood.” He nodded, reached into the car to turn off the engine she’d left running, and pushed the button to pop the trunk. After a minute of digging through the luggage, he came up with a handful of something white.
    “What’s that?” she asked, while she laid a hand on Hazel’s back.
    “Plastic grocery sacks from our bathroom stop at the Walmart in San Diego.” He shrugged. “I figure they’re as good as we’ll get for barf bags for the time being.”
    Better than any idea she had. “I thought only Priya and Chuck bought stuff. Do we have three?”
    “Yeah,” he replied, tone nonchalant. “I made a purchase from the pharmacy.”
    “Really? What did—?” She cut herself off. Condoms. He’d bought condoms. She grabbed the bags from him. “Well, that turned out to be handy.”
    Tapping on his cell phone screen, he met her gaze. “Found the nearest hospital. You want to drive or hold people’s hair back?”
    “You’d hold their hair back?”
    He appeared baffled. “Yeah. We don’t need a bigger mess. Long hair whipping puke around the car isn’t going to make this any more fun.”
    Okay, that alone made her respect for him inch up a bit. Not many people would be practical about this—many would be bent over, heaving in sympathy like Chuck.
    “You can drive and we can put their hair in buns. Fewer hands needed.” She went to the still-open trunk. “We’re going to need water to make sure they stay hydrated in the meantime.”
    “Just