Six
Erin parked Gideon’s car beside Lauren’s in the driveway around the back of her cousin’s place, shut it down, and almost groaned in relief. What a day. A drive that should’ve taken them twelve hours had taken almost sixteen thanks to an over-turned logging truck that had backed traffic up for miles. They’d left at six this morning after loading the car with Owen’s creations with the hope they’d make it in time for dinner. Instead, it was now nearly ten.
“We’re here,” she sighed.
When Gideon didn’t answer, she glanced over at him and let out a huff of laughter. He was out cold, and with sleep erasing the frown that had furrowed his brows frequently in the hours since his less-than-cordial phone call with his ex, he was beautiful. She hesitated to wake him, unwilling to bring him back
