Chapter Eight
MADDIE
“Where are you?” Liam’s panicked voice comes through the phone, making me furrow my brows.
“I’m walking to the parking lot right now,” I tell him calmly. “What’s up your a*s, Rambo?” I hitch my bag up higher on my shoulder and pick up my pace. Class only ended ten minutes ago, and I had to rush across campus to our pickup spot. It’s Wednesday, which means I don’t have to work and can go home and finish packing for our flight on Friday morning. Hunter and Lennon are finally getting married in Utah this weekend, and we’re all flying there for the festivities. My parents are over the freaking moon excited that the ceremony is at home. Plus, it’s always gorgeous in Park City in May.
He releases a sigh of relief. “You usually text me when you’re running late.”
“Sorry,”
