It takes three hours to get the truck fixed, but we've run into a tiny dilemma.
Actually, it's not very tiny. At least to Caine.
"Damn it," he curses, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't think about this."
"I didn't, either."
Andrew and Caine are both staring at the set of keys on the dinette table, which they've been doing for the past five minutes since we got the call the truck was ready.
I rest my hand on my chin, watching their impasse with mild frustration.
Caine lets out another huge sigh, and Andrew follows suit.
"I should have gone with him," Andrew says, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Didn't even think about the logistics."
"We'll be fine for thirty minutes without you guys."
"No," they say in unison.
I roll my eyes at their stubborn veto. "So, how are you going to pick up the truck then? Caine, even if you shift, you'll take at least an hour to get there, right? Wouldn't it be more dangerous for you to be gone for so long?"
