Adrian jumped down from the side door, ignoring the steps that led to the bus. "Like it?" he asked, grinning at my expression. "It's not much for speed, but when it comes to space and comfort, this thing has it all."
"You don't say," I managed. "Where did you get this?"
He glanced at it. "This was the tour bus for a band that was trying to be the next Smashing Pumpkins. The Soul Smashers never made it past being a one-hit wonder, which is why they went broke and sold their tour bus to me a few months ago."
I didn't comment on the irony of the last Judian and the last Davidian traveling around in a bus labeled Soul Smashers while trying to prevent a demon apocalypse. Instead, I climbed the steps and peeked inside. Then I blinked, convinced that I'd been glamoured because this couldn't be real.
Plush, black leather couches and a matching leather recliner chair made up what looked like an upscale living room. Mounted wall speakers surrounded a state-of-the-art entertainment area with a large flat-screen TV, and unless I was crazy, across from that was a minibar.
Beyond that, there was a kitchen with the works: granite countertops, a double-door refrigerator, stove, microwave, sink and dishwasher. A dinette area was across from that, with a half bathroom tucked into the corner. And on the opposite wall, right before a door that I assumed led to a bedroom, was a full bar complete with a lower cooler filled with wine bottles.
No wonders these rockers went broke, I thought. They'd been too busy drinking and riding around in style to perform.
When I slid open the pocket door in the back, it revealed a large, king-size bed, and I spied another bathroom in the corner, this one with a shower. The exterior of the tour bus might look at little beat up, but on the inside, everything was brand-new and top-of-the-line. Hell, it was nicer than the house we'd just left, not that I'd ever say such a thing to Costa.
"Better than my Challenger?" Adrian teased.
I turned around to find him standing behind me. He had both my suitcases, but really what caught my attention was his smile. It was almost impish, and the silver rings encircling his irises seemed to gleam brighter from mischief. I couldn't remember seeing Adrian look so...carefree. Under the power of that infectious smile, I smiled back.
"You could fit several of my former dorms in this thing."
He shrugged. "As you said, Brutus is too big to fit in any regular vehicle, plus in addition to the four of us, we also have lots of luggage and weapons." Then Adrian cast an almost casual glance at the bedroom. When his gaze met mine, his smile had a decidedly wicked slant. "This will suit all our needs."
Wow, he wasn't even trying to be subtle! Did he really think he'd just walk back into my life and I'd greet him with open legs? Okay, so I'd come close to giving it up before, but I knew better now. We had destinies to fulfill-or in his case, to overcome-so any attraction I might still feel for him was irrelevant. Saving people was my top priority. Not getting sweaty with the one person in the world who was fated to betray me.
"We could also have just taken different cars," I said, my chilly look telling him, It's not happening.
The single arch of his brow said, We'll see.
Jasmine and Costa climbed into the trailer, interrupting our wordless conversation. "Nice, bro," Costa commented, looking around with appreciation, but no surprise. Maybe Costa was used to Adrian living large, even if that was a side of him I was just beginning to see.
"Is all this necessary?" was what Jasmine said. I frowned. I agreed, but she sounded snippy, which wasn't like her.
"Our first stop is California," Adrian replied, his new, neutral tone not fooling me a bit. He hadn't done this just because we had a long way to go. "Since it will take days to get there, we all may as well be comfortable."
Comfortable, my ass. His glance at the bedroom certainly hadn't been accidental.
Jasmine shot a look between us, then she tugged on my arm. "Come on, Ivy. If the bedroom's ours, let's get settled in."
I grabbed my bags and led the way. "The closet's yours, and there are more drawers under the bed," Adrian called out.
"Thanks-"
Jasmine shut the pocket door before I could finish speaking. When she turned around, her arms were crossed in a way that reminded me of our mother when she'd been upset.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied shortly. "You and Adrian are what's wrong."
I was so shocked, it took me a second to find my tongue. "Lower your voice, he can hear us," I hissed.