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When he pulled back onto the highway, he rolled the window down and asked, “Did I fall asleep in there?”
“Only for a little bit.” Screw it. I just asked, “So, what’s their story? Do you go out there a lot?”
His eyes remained on the road as he mused, “Not sure about their story. I’ve gone a few other times. It’s interesting.”
“Why do you go out there?”
“To relax.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “They don’t give a s**t who I am. Luke likes me because I had his back that night before I knew who he was. When he found out that I didn’t care who he was, he told me about The Shack and invited me out whenever I wanted. He sent me a text tonight saying they had a few more practices before they go on tour.”
“Yeah, they’re huge.”
Jesse answered both my questions without knowing it. “I sh
