Maisy starts to whine. “It’s okay, sweetie,” Mom says as she brushes Maisy’s hair back.
Jonah and George are frowning when they return to the van.
“We think the fuse is blown, but it could also be the motor,” George says as Mom hands him a towel. “It’s supposed to rain off and on, so it looks like we’re stopping for the night.”
I’m more than ready to be out of this van, but it also puts us a day behind.
As Mom searches for a hotel, Jonah tries to manipulate the window but finally gives up. It bothers him when he can’t fix something. But I refuse to feel sorry for him. He brings it on himself.
When we reach the hotel, Jonah and I wait in the van with Maisy while George and Mom get our rooms. It’s not until we’re grabbing our stuff that I realize there’s a problem.
“Here’s the key cards,” Mom says, holding out the set. “Who wants them?” Her gaze shifts from Jonah to me and back.
I stare at her. “What?”
“Wait, we have to share a room?” Jonah asks, catching on quicker. To be fair, my head feels like it’s splitting wide open.
“You guys can get along for—” George starts, but Mom touches his arm.
“We’re not opposed to you each having your own room.” She gives us a tired smile. “As long as you’re willing to pay for it.”
Jonah opens his mouth and closes it again. He glances at me as if he expects me to offer. I raise a brow, and he sighs. “Fine.”
“Fine?” Is it too much to hope that he’s offering to pay for his own room? “What does that mean?”
He takes the keycards from Mom and smirks. “It means I get the shower first, princess.”
