Chapter 11
“ARE YOU SURE you don’t want to fly home? It’ll take you four or five days to drive all the way across the country.”
Roland laughed and twirled the car keys in his hand. “Yeah, and that’s an extra four or five days before we have to face Uncle Max.”
Peter paled at the mention of his dad. “Maybe we should take our time. We could tell him the car broke down.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with my car.” Jordan walked over and patted the hood of the Ford Escort she had bought in Butler Falls. She smirked at Roland. “But you should probably put some blankets on the seats to protect them from dog hair.”
He made a face at her but didn’t offer a retort, most likely because he was still feeling a heap of goodwill toward her. Yesterday, she had shocked him when she’d signed the car ove
