Chapter Five JaneIt’s ten years later and I’m back where it all started—with me sitting in Weston Chase’s passenger’s seat.
Granted, it’s a rental van now, not the old blue pickup truck he used to drive, the one I could hear rumbling from two blocks away when he came to pick me up for Saturday-night dates. We had our first kiss in that truck, and a few other firsts too, since getting privacy with our parents always around was next to impossible.
For four years, I sat shotgun while he drove, and now we’re back in the very same position. Different car, same s**t. It almost feels like old times.
The familiarity is sweet. He has all the same quirks, like the way he triple-checks that I have my seat belt on, and how he drums the steering wheel with his thumbs at red lights. It’s crazy how li
