The boys are late to pick me up from work. Jake has never been late before. He has to be a driving frenzy through the city. I remember my last death defying ride when I was late for our first girl's brunch. I'm pretty sure Jake had the massive Escalade on two wheels at one point, which is a feat considering traffic doesn't move at more than twenty-five miles an hour anywhere in the city. Poor Finn.
The black Escalade turns the corner and tires squeal as Jake speeds up before he slams on the brakes inches from me. The large vehicle lurches forward, the back door swings open, and Finn jumps out. He falls to his knees in front of me and latches on to my midsection with a death grip.
"Save me, please. Save me from his driving!" People stop to stare at his over exaggerated actions.
"Oh my Go
