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I say the words with a huff even as a little thrill shoots through me. He’s always polite when he comes into the bakery, but despite my best efforts, I’ve never been able to get past that tough exterior.
“Which is why this will work out perfectly.”
“Do I still get to drive your truck?” I ask, popping my hip and giving him a playful smile.
“Don’t crash it.”
“Yes!” I fist pump and he shakes his head.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I trust you to keep him safe.”
I sober at that, the word safe seeming to imply so much more than just my driving record.
“I promise I will.”
“Good, now get out of here and don’t tell him we had this talk.”
“You know you’re not my boss, right?”
He smirks and nods. “Well aware, but bonding time is over and I have work to do.”
“I can totally get what Rhea sees in you,” I quip and he glares at me. “It’s definitely your personality.”
“Out,” he barks, a smile playing on his lips as I turn with a laugh and head back for the register, my mind now whirling about what’s about to happen on this road trip.
What have I gotten myself into?
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BODHI
MONTANA: Fire tonight
JENSEN: The girls have book club so I’ll have Remi
BODHI: Dibs
MASON: You don’t always get to be the favorite uncle
BODHI: Yes I do
MONTANA: He really does
MONTANA: Even the goats like him
ARCHER: Dude stop acting like you don’t like the goats
MONTANA: One of the little fuckers chased me half across the yard today
JENSEN: They can smell your fear
MONTANA: That’s not a real thing, right?
ARCHER: I’ve still got the camping chairs
BODHI: I got a box of stuff from the Poppy Seed
MONTANA: Guys – the fear thing isn’t real right?
