Two hours.
That's how long Kate and I had been driving and my ass was sore from our journey. I should have suggested we took my car because Kate's small compact vehicle was not meant for long-distance journeys.
Even if I was short and petite, I had junk in my trunk and the seat was killing this cushioning.
“Are we there yet?" I asked her again after the hundredth time. Her eyes slowly narrowed as she looked at me with frustration.
“If you ask me that one more time, so help me, I will pull this car over."
Laughter erupted from my lips at her comment. She reminded me so much of my mother growing up when we went on trips. “I'm sorry. Why don't we pull off at the next exit and take a potty break and get coffee?"
The sound of coffee made Kate's eyes perk up, and a grin crossed her lips.
