Darcelle’s POV:The road stretched out like it had nowhere else to be.We’d left the city behind an hour ago in Noah’s car, wind whipping through my hair, sun warm on my skin. Steve sat with one arm resting along the back of the seat, fingers occasionally brushing Noah’s shoulder. Josh was in the back with me, long legs stretched out, one hand resting on my thigh not possessively, just there. The radio played something old, some 80s song I barely knew the words to but none of us were really listening. We were laughing too much.Noah glanced in the rearview mirror, caught my eye, and grinned.“You’re singing off key again, Darcie.”I laughed. It felt too good to stop.“It’s not off key, it’s expressive.”Steve turned halfway in his seat, eyebrow raised.“Expressive is one word for it.”Josh’s low chuckle vibrated through his chest. “She’s got passion. Let her have it.”I elbowed him lightly. “Thank you for the defense.”He caught my hand before I could pull it back, brought it to his
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