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{Book Three} 150 | Highway

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Chapter 24

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• Luna •

"Correct me if I'm wrong . . ." Greer said, and Luna rolled her eyes, biting back a groan. She sighed, glancing between him and Amir. Her butt was starting to hurt after almost eleven hours of driving, and the guys bickered like babies until they finally made peace with one another. "I'm pretty sure we broke a few speed limits along the way," he finished.

"And . . . ?" came Amir's response.

"I'm just stating a fact." Greer was sitting behind them, but he could just as easily be in Amir's lap. He'd slid between their seats, his arms dangling off the back. "One sign said forty miles. Not eighty."

"You understand what the traffic laws mean?" Amir exclaimed, looking in the rearview mirror. "That's shocking, considering you were the organization's errand boy."

Greer grunted. "That was a pathetic dig at my previous job." He paused. "All I want is to not end up like one of those bugs we've collected in the front."

"You're invincible. Nothing will happen to you."

"I care about my body and what happens to it. I don't want to be scratched to hell and back for poor driving."

"Hmm," Amir mumbled as he moved around a wrecked tour bus. "Being scratched makes me think of wild animals roaming the streets, and I haven't seen any."

"Yet . . ." Greer went on to say. "I'm sure zoos have been dismantled by now, and we could still have our very own Jurassic Park."

Luna laughed at that. "I'm surprised you've heard of that movie."

"Just because I spent most of my life underground doesn't mean I didn't get to enjoy some good things," Greer remarked. "As heartless as BARDA was, they did give their captives some life experiences."

"You're making it sound like you were on vacation," Amir noted. "And we know that wasn't the case."

Greer shrugged. "I never said it was paradise."

After a few minutes, the car was getting close to an abandoned chicken restaurant. Luna furrowed her brows, trying to figure out what it was called. "Is that KFC?"

"It looks like it," Amir said. "Or Popeye's?"

"I think it's Popeye's," Greer stated.

Huh. He also knew what Popeye's was, Luna reasoned after she met his stare.

Amir's lip twitched. "I'm sure you're craving it, aren't you?" That question was directed toward Greer.

"Nope. I'm craving homemade fried chicken, dipped in egg and flour and fried in a skillet," he replied. "One of the cooks at a facility in Nashville used to make amazing chicken. It would satisfy you for hours, if not days."

"Sounds good." Amir let out a sigh. "I could go for something homemade myself. I miss eating and spending time with my family."

Luna narrowed her eyes and placed her hand on her husband's thigh. "There are a lot of things we miss."

"That's why . . ." Greer started, glancing at the clear blue sky, "we are doing this. We need to get everybody back on track and put a stop to what is happening."

"It's easier said than done," Luna replied, adjusting her seat.

"Ye of little faith," Greer mused. "I have a feeling things will work out."