By the time we had made it back to the states, I was more than worn out. The plane ride hadn’t been like the others, and as much as I wished it would have been, I couldn’t help but think that was partially my fault.
I wasn’t as forthcoming as I was before.
“We’re here,” Hale whispered softly in my ear as I looked up at him. I was still pressed firmly against him in the back seat of the car as we drove from the airport to the pack house.
“Finally,” I replied. “I can’t wait to get out of this car and stretch my legs.”
There was an eerie silence as the car came to a slow stop. All three of the guys were sitting up straight before looking at each other. “When we stop Ivy, I want you to stay in the car.”
“What?” I asked with confusion. “Why?”
“Just for once, please do as you’re told. Please,” Damian begged with a sigh as my eyes met Hale's and he nodded in agreement.
“Okay. I’ll stay in the car.”
