“God, what a disaster.” I grin despite myself. “We set off the smoke alarm and Logan almost fell off the chair trying to get rid of the smoke.”
“Your dad was so pissed about the mess.”
“But he still ate it.”
“He’s always been a brave man.”
The tension eases a bit as we drive.
“So, you all packed for tomorrow?” he asks.
I can feel his eyes on me, the smell of his cologne doing all kinds of crazy things to my lady parts.
“Pretty much. Just need to pack a few last-minute things.”
“Don’t forget. Flight’s at seven, so we should leave around four.”
I groan. “Remind me why it has to be so early again?”
“Less chance of being spotted.” I can still feel him looking at me. “You’ll be able to sleep on the plane.”
“In those tiny seats?” I snort. “Not likely.”
“First class has sleeping pods,” he says with a smirk. “So you can lie down. The flight is only about two and a half hours.”
“Ithought only planes that fly overseas had those.”
“I think it’s a layover flight to Europe or something.”
A sense of nostalgia hits when the familiarity of my parent’s porch light flickering and the ceramic gnome collection my mom refuses to part with comes into view as we pull into the driveway.
Logan’s truck is parked slightly crooked as usual. Pretty sure my brother has never parked straight a day in his life.
“Looks like he beat us here,” Rowan says, unbuckling his seatbelt.
I kill the engine and sit for a moment, hands gripping the wheel. “Hey,” I say before he can open his door. “About the other night...”
“We don’t have to talk about it,” he says quickly, his eyes finding mine in the dim light. “Not if you don’t want to.”
“I just...” I trail off, not sure what I even want to say.
That I can’t stop thinking about it?
How terrified I am of how easily I gave in?
But before I can continue, the front door swings open, spilling warm light onto the porch as Logan steps out with a crooked grin.
Jerkface.
“Saved by the bell,” I mutter, pushing my door open. “Let’s just... keep things normal tonight, okay? No extra PDA. Let’s not freak my parents out just yet.”
Rowan nods, his expression unreadable. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.”
“And definitely don’t call me that,” I grumble.
As soon as we step inside, the scent of cheesy lasagna, and freshly baked bread wafts under my nose, making my stomach growl.
“Hey you two!” my mom calls from the kitchen, wiping herhands on her apron. Her eyes light up at the sight of us side by side, and I know exactly what she’s thinking.
