In the warmth of the back seat, Matt dozed. The wine was hitting him, hard, just as he had intended, but he’d hoped the next stop would be their home. Or, more precisely, their bed. So when the motion of the vehicle ended and he heard the slam of a car door, he woke with a start. “I’m up,” he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “We home?”
“We’re at the campgrounds,” Vic told him.
The phrase meant nothing to Matt. He looked out the window and saw a ton of parked cars and people milling about. “Where?”
A blast of cold air swirled around his legs as the passenger side door opened and Kendra ducked inside to retrieve the pizzas. With a glance at Vic, she said, “Let me drop these off and see if I can’t find someone to take us up. I hope all the pilots haven’t gone home for the night y
