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She can control it.

I tap the screen in the middle of the console. “Follow the GPS.”

“You got it, Captain.”

“Don’t call me captain.”

“Okey-dokey, Skipper.”

I’d be annoyed, but I’m too busy letting my body melt into this seat.

It’s uncomfortable as hell.

But that doesn’t stop me from falling asleep.

All while hoping Daphne takes us where the car GPS is pointing.

If she doesn’t?—

What the hell.

In this exact moment, I’m too tired to care.

8

THIS WASN’T THE SHOW I WAS LOOKING FOR

Daphne

I tooka road trip with Bea and her brothers about two years after my parents disinherited me.

Her youngest brother, Hudson, had gotten his driver’s license a few months before, and her middle brother, Griff, was playing baseball in the minors. He had a series in Michigan, and Bea talked even her grumpy oldest little brother, Ryker, into coming with us to see Griff’s baseball game.

I was between jobs at the time—it was right before I stumbled into working for Beeslieve—and feeling like a complete broke failure, which is likely why Bea insisted I go along.

She knew it would be fun and that I needed something fun.

Fun is never a bad thing in my world, and I honestly think that’s why I still have a job with Beeslieve today.

I keep it fun for everyone else too while we’re doing the hard work.

Hudson kept taking his shoes off and stinking up the car. Ryker kept grumbling that he shouldn’t leave his farm for so long, even though he’d left it in good hands.

Bea and I, meanwhile, sat in the front seat and turned up the showtunes and sang our hearts out.

She didn’t know any of the words, but that didn’t stop her.

By the time we got to Michigan, I’d discovered road trip food isthe best food ever.

And that’s why I’m pulling off the road right now.

Because I’ve passed four Cod Pieces already, and if I don’t get some fish and chips at this one coming up, I’m going to die.

Okay, probably not, but also maybe.

Oliver’s been asleep for three solid hours.

He’s snored a few times and has drool slipping down his chin. Oliver drooling in his sleep would be adorable if he wasn’t my sister’s ex-fiancé, and I have to keep reminding myself that he is.