Page 252 of Break Away
Cade sighed like a man who had accepted that love meant driving into nonsense. “Send location.”
“Already did,” Easton said.
“Stay where you are.”
I leaned in. “Bring snacks.”
“No,” Cade said.
Bliss yelled, “I’ll bring snacks.”
Cade muttered something away from the phone.
Bliss yelled louder, “And a blanket, because Aura gets cold.”
My eyes burned unexpectedly.
Easton’s hand found mine in the dark.
Cade came back on. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Thank you, Dad,” I said.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Thank you, wealthy team guardian.”
“I liked Dad better,” Bliss said.
Cade hung up.
Easton and I looked at each other.
Then I laughed, and he pulled me against him, one arm around my shoulders, his mouth pressing to the top of my head beside the crooked tiara.
“You okay, second-place royalty?”
“I’m excellent.”
“You sure?”
“My boyfriend’s truck is dead, his legal situation is questionable, his trivia ethics are intense, and he watched a wine-key video before taking me on the worst fancy date ever.” I looked up at him. “I’m alarmingly happy.”
His smile faded into something quieter. “Boyfriend?”
I stilled.
“You said boyfriend,” he said.
I lifted my chin. “Do you object?”
“No.”
“You look like you’re objecting.”
“I’m processing.”
“With that face?”
