She looks down at my suitcase and then back up at me. “You’re leaving?”
“Yes, but I don’t want my dad to know.”
“Where are you going?”
“Well, there’s this guy...” I start, dangling the bait in front of her that I know she’ll take.
“What guy?” A smile forms on her thin lips.
“Just some guy I met a while back. He called me, wants me to come out for a few days. Since my dad thinks I’m here with you...”
“Say no more,” she cuts me off, clapping her hands together excitedly. “You go. If anyone asks, you were here with me all week.” She winks. “Us politician daughters have to stick together.”
“Thanks, Christy. You’re the best.” I slip past them, dragging my suitcase behind me. “You two have fun.” I throw up a little wave over my shoulder as I turn the corner and make the trek down the driveway to where Titus’ truck is parked.
Peeling open the door; I slide my suitcase into the space between us and quickly climb inside.
“You get everything?” he asks, waiting until I shut the door and slide my seatbelt on before popping the truck into gear.
“Yep. All good.” I nod, letting out a slow sigh of relief as he begins to pull away.
That certainly went better than I expected.