Ryland's P.O.V.
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"Dad, do I have to go with you to pick up Jax?" I asked as we got into the car.
"He already told you that it's a son's day," Rocco, my 16-year-old brother said from the back seat.
"Rocco is right," Dad said. "Besides, it was this or school."
"Yeah, and why would you choose school over this?" Rocco snorted.
I sighed as I settled into the seat.
It takes two hours to get to the airport. Jax's plane lands at 10 a.m. Even if we stop for lunch, I should make it home in time to run up to school.
Things should be fine until then. As long as Carly doesn't catch Nasha alone. Most of the time when Carly does corner Nasha, it's during lunch, or after school. I know that Nasha knows how to avoid Carly.
Nasha should be able to handle h
