Nash's [POV]
"Why won't you let me see what's in the bag?"
Elle's figured out that the blocks I'm delivering are in a bag behind my seat. She's kneeling on the truck bench, trying to get inside it. I push her back with my free arm, trying to make a turn in the road with my other arm. I take it a little too sharply and she falls against me. My arm wraps around her pressing her to my chest so she won't hit her head on the steering wheel.
"Would you stop?" I gently move her back to her side. "And put your seatbelt on before you go through the windshield."
"Is it meth?" She's staring at me arms crossed with pouty lips.
"Yes, Elle. Sam and I are manufacturing and selling meth." I roll my eyes. "You're not going to stop, are you?"
"I think we both know the answer to that."
I sigh, reaching my arm over the seat to grab one of the gift boxes in the bag. She opens it, revealing a set of brightly painted blocks.
"These are toy blocks."
"I know what they are."
