Chapter 20

His phone vibrates, but he shifts it to the couch and lays it face down. I lay my drink down too.

“Why don’t you have a plane, like Jake, at your beck and call to get home a heck of a lot faster than driving?” I sigh and flop down on my back childishly, not relishing the four-hour journey. Even with him for company, it’s crazily long and boring to be sitting in a car all that time with nothing to do or look at, and I know he hates constant chatter when he’s concentrating, so he usually sticks the radio on.

“I do, it’s the family plane, but I happen to prefer driving. Besides, I thought I was your ‘mostest,’ ‘bestest,’ ‘favoritest’ person ever. Why would you want to shorten the time you spend with me?” He raises joking brows, smiling wickedly, and before I can even defend myself, he shoves his finger in my ear. I react the way I always do, lashing back and cringing like crazy. Aiming my slaps at his face, he expertly swipes them aside and ends up on top of me in the blink