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“Your home should be reserved for the person you want to spend the rest of your life with,” she said.

“I already told you. I figured we could park her on the camper pad out back,” I tell him honestly. “Why is this bothering you so much?”

He shrugs and looks away. “I’m not bothered. Just making sure we’re still on the same page.”

“We are,” I assure him.

We take turns driving through the night. Luna even comes out of the closet to insist she gets time behind the wheel.

She’s a really good driver. I guess that comes from spending much of her life on the road.

I glance over my shoulder, making sure my brother is still asleep. “So, I know you said you wouldn’t be staying long, but I really think you should stick around for a bit.”

She keeps her attention on the road. “Why would I do that?”

I can’t tell her the truth, so I give her part of it. “I want to give this thing a good inspection. The tires alone would send your brother over the edge. You can’t be driving around like that.”

She laughs lightly. “Yeah, well, the universe provided me new ones, didn’t it?”

“Seriously, Luna, you could have had a bad accident.”

Her expression falls. She’s a smart girl, she knows I’m right.

“I know. I’d been meaning to replace them. I’d have felt bad if I hurt someone by blowing a tire.” Her dark eyes turn my way briefly. “Thank you again. I really do appreciate it.”

“So how do you decide where to go, when you’re traveling?”

Her smile widens as she relaxes. She pulls her foot up on the seat, resting her knee against the doorframe. “I go wherever the wind blows me.”

I smile at the way she’s getting more comfortable around me. This must be her comfy driving position. “Kind of like that old Skynyrd song, Call Me the Breeze,” I tease.

“Never heard it,” she says.

“What? You’ve got to hear it.” I search for the song on my phone.

She laughs once it starts. “Okay, okay. This could really be my theme song.”

By the chorus, we’re both singing loudly and terribly along with it.

The two of us continue our terrible singing for a few more minutes until a pillow flies into the back of my head. “Don’t give up your day job,” my brother hollers from the back of the van.

Neither of us takes offense. We did sound pretty awful.

Luna chuckles. “You’re just jealous you don’t have our singing voices,” she yells back, looking at him in her rearview mirror.

He makes a snorting sound and covers his head with a pillow, rolling to face away from us.

“Is he always this pleasant?” she asks when he goes back to snoring lightly.

“He’s just tired. It’s been a long trip. He’s usually the fun one.”

Her gaze bounces between me and the road. “If that’s true, what are you?”

I shrug. “Well, I guess that makes me the boring one.”

“Hmm, I’m not getting that vibe at all.”

“Okay, so maybe not boring,” I chuckle, happy that she doesn’t think I’m dull. “I guess I’m the one who keeps us grounded. Cole is the more daring of us.”