Page 100 of Dreams
Josh went through the swinging door to the kitchen, returning a minute later with a medicine bottle and a plastic container.
“Food for the road,” he said, loading it up.
Taylor grabbed a few bottles of water off the table and then waited. Josh slung his arm over her shoulders and waved to his brother as they made their way outside, where their suitcases were being loaded into a dark red BMW.
At Taylor’s questioning look, Josh explained, “This was what I drove when I was home in the summers during juniors.”
“Rich people.” She shook her head with a laugh. “Buying their kids fancy summer cars.”
He lowered his arm to her waist and lifted her up to a chorus of her screams.
“Put me down,” she yelled between fits of laughter.
He threw the container of food in the open passenger door and shut it with his foot before pinning her to the car.
She stopped laughing the minute his lips claimed hers. Heat pooled in her veins before he released her with a smirk.
“Ready?”
“You bet.”
