ease into telling him she was sorry for pushing for more than he was comfortable sharing, but that she'd like the relationship to move to the next level.
Next level. There, that sounded good. No scary words like 'love' or 'long-term commitment.' Now she just needed to open her mouth and say it. As soon as she figured out how to build up to it.
She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, watching the dark silhouettes of trees slip by the car. The moon's glow turned everything to shades of blue-until a colorful mass appeared in her headlights on the side of the road.
'What was that?' she asked as she drove past it.
'I don't know.' Joe turned in his seat to look over his shoulder. 'A wad of clothes maybe.'
'Wait, here comes more.' She leaned forward, peering at the colorful mound in the middle of the road.
'Don't hit it.'
'I won't.' She swerved around the object. 'Could you make out what it was?'
'It looked like a pile of trash.'
'From what, a colored-paper factory?'
Red taillights became visible up ahead. As she closed the gap, the dark shape of a delivery truck took form. Something bounced off the back and exploded against the pavement. Her headlights caught a burst of candy flying into the air.
'Oh my God!' She laughed as the candy hit her windshield like brightly colored hail.
'Was that a pinata?' Joe sounded equally incredulous.
'I think so.' As she slowed to the same speed as the truck, she saw that the rolling door at the back hadn't been latched. Each time the truck hit a bump, the door bounced up, then down, revealing a load of pinatas.
'Watch out!' Joe shouted as the truck hit another bump. This time several pinatas flew out.
She fishtailed in an effort to maneuver around them. When the car steadied, she sped up and honked her horn.-
'What are you doing?' Joe asked. 'Slow down.'
'Someone needs to tell him his door isn't latched.' She honked again, but the truck kept bouncing along, spilling a menagerie of donkeys, rabbits, and pigs.
'Try going around him,' Joe suggested.
'On this road? Are you crazy?'
'There's a fairly straight stretch up ahead. Can you see anyone coming?'
She leaned to the side. 'I don't think so. Roll down your window and wave the guy over as I go past.'
'You worry about driving. Leave the truck to me.'
'Okay, here goes.' She hit the accelerator and pulled into the other lane. Headlights appeared up ahead, coming too fast for comfort. 'Oh shoot!' She jerked back into her lane just as a giant pink elephant flew out of the truck and exploded against her windshield. She screamed in surprise as her car slid on the candy, then went into a spin, spiraling toward the right shoulder. They left the road and came to jarring stop.
When the noise settled, she blinked a few times, then glanced over at Joe. 'Are you okay?' he asked.
'I'm fine.' Since he obviously was too, she burst out laughing. 'This is so my life! One dramatic wreck after another.'
'Hey, we survived.' He glanced around. 'Although we seem to be slanting.'
She peered into the darkness beyond the windows. 'Looks like I slid into a ditch. Should I try to back up?'
'Let me check things out first. You wait here.'
'Gladly,' she said, not sure her shaky knees would support her at the moment.
He got out and went to the front of the car, checking out both tires, then came around to the driver's side and waited for her to roll the window down.
'One of the tires dropped into a hole. I want you to back up gently while I push.'
'Okay.' She waited while he got into position, then put the car into reverse. When she depressed the accelerator, the tires spun in place.
'Turn it off,' he called over the whine of the engine, then came back to her window. 'You're really stuck.'
'Do we need to call a tow truck?'
'We'll never get a signal in this valley.'
'What are we going to do?'
'Do you have a jack?'
'It's in the trunk.' She climbed out of the car to get it.
'I'll need a flashlight too, if you have one.'
'Somewhere.' They spent the next half hour with her holding the light while he wedged rocks and other debris under the tire. 'Are you sure this will work?'
'We'll find out.' He removed the jack. 'All right, get back in and hit the gas on my signal.'
She climbed behind the wheel as Joe braced his hands on the hood.
'Are you ready?' he called.
'Whenever you are.'
'Okay, go!'
She pressed on the gas. The engine whined and the tires spun. Just when she thought it wasn't going to work, the car sprang free. She hit the brake to keep from snooting all the way across the road into the opposite ditch. 'Woo-hoo! We did it!'
After putting the jack away, Joe came around to her side and opened the door. 'Scoot over. I'm driving.'
'What, I have one little accident, and now you don't trust me to drive?' Even as she complained, she moved over to the passenger seat.
'It's not that.' He climbed in and put the car in gear. 'We've busted curfew, so Harold's already locked the gate.'
'Don't you have a key?'
'Of course. But he sleeps right there in the guardhouse. Trust me, the man's itching to 'dress me down.'
'Joe, that's silly. He works for you.'
The dashboard lights cast his face into sharp relief as he looked at her. 'You clearly don't know Harold. He's a retired drill sergeant with a bruised ego about growing old. This is just the sort of thing he likes to jump on to prove the lion still has his roar.'
'So, explain what happened.'
He shook his head, chuckling. 'There is absolutely no way I'm going to drive through that gate past curfew with a woman sitting beside me and claim we're late because we had a wreck with a pink elephant. That's even lamer than saying we ran out of gas.'
'Well, it's true.'
'Care to guess how fast this story will spread to the other coordinators? Then on to the counselors, who have to answer to me when they bust curfew? I'll have an insurrection on my hands. Total rebellion.'
'And a lot of teasing.'
'That too.' His teeth flashed in the darkness.
'So what are we going to do?'
'You'll see.' The eager note in his voice had her brows arching in curiosity. And concern.
They continued on toward the camp, following the colorful, candy-strewn trail. Joe slowed as they neared the last curve in the road before the gate would come into view. Turning off the headlights, he steered onto a private drive to a stable. A bridge took them over the river, where he pulled the car behind a bank of scruffy cedar. Quiet descended when he killed the engine.
'I need something to write on.' He flipped on the dome light.
She rummaged through her purse until she unearthed an ancient grocery list and a pen. 'What's the plan?'
'First, I write Bart, the stable owner, a note so he doesn't have your car towed before we can retrieve it.'
'We're leaving it here all night?'
He nodded. 'Tomorrow when I relieve Harold for his lunch break, I'll claim we returned before curfew, then say surely he heard us, unless he was sleeping on the job again.' A grin split his face.
'Followed by my favorite question, 'So, Sarge, when's the last time you got those hearing aids checked?' '
'Oh, that'll win points.'
