There were two troops stopping anyone who was entering and exiting Mount Vernon. Our car was in line behind four others.
I narrowed my eyes, noticing that the troop inspecting vehicles ahead looked vaguely familiar. Once the car in front of us moved forward, I recognized the man.
It was Dakota. He was with Sam at the coffee shop this morning.
“I know him, let me do the talking,” I whispered, making eye contact with Wes and Bailey in the rearview mirror.
Taking a few slow deep breaths, I pulled myself together.
Nico inched the car up, rolling down the window. Dakota leaned down, looking at Bailey and Wes before his eyes landed on me, “Brielle?” he questioned, turning towards Nico, and then back to me.
“Dakota, right?”
“Yeah, you skipping town on my boy?” he questioned,
