I regret going to Smith's Farm the moment I got into the vehicle with the four guys out of pure joy. I'm crammed in the backseat between Jacob and Mary since the vehicle is large and the guys are as well, trying not to think about their bodies pressing up on mine. It is an impossibility.
Also unsettling me is the nasty little secret I now confide in Jacob. I suppose he hasn't informed the other guys since I haven't seen any strange stares from them. At least, I hope he hasn't told them. If Mark knew, I'm certain I'd be made aware of his annoyance.
My phone buzzes in my pocket throughout the journey, but I ignore it since I don't want to check my messages with Mary and Jacob watching me. I'm aware of what I'll see since a few SMS arrived before we left; my mum started her day unusually ea
