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Radio Silence

Author: Nicolae Staten
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-20 10:54:35

Chapter Twenty-One: Radio Silence

Harper – Junior Year, Age 17

The ride home started with two things:

An uncomfortable amount of silence.

Luke Bryan singing about beer in a truck.

Harper stared out the passenger window, arms crossed, trying not to look like she was replaying the whole dinner in her head. She wasn’t. Not really.

Okay, maybe a little.

Jaxon was quiet too. But not the nervous kind of quiet. Just… patient.

He tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the music like he had nothing better to do than drive slow, wait for her to say something, and pretend her dad hadn’t just fake-abandoned her at a restaurant like he was matchmaking for the Hallmark channel.

“I hate country music,” Harper muttered.

Jaxon glanced at her. “Liar. You hummed half the chorus.”

“That’s because I wanted to stab the singer and needed to find the beat.”

He grinned. “Aggressively valid.”

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

Two minutes passed.

More silence.

Then: “Did you know he w
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