Every time the SUV hit a minor expansion joint in the highway, Sadie felt a sharp, pulsing reminder of the family restroom. It was a localized, stinging heat that made it impossible to find a comfortable position. She shifted left, then right, trying to put her weight on her thighs, but the denim of her jeans seemed determined to sandpaper her skin.Beside her, Caleb was the picture of relaxed power. He had his long legs stretched out as much as the cabin allowed, his arm draped across the back of the seat behind her head. He wasn't touching her, but his scent—a heavy, intoxicating blend of vanilla and pine—filled her lungs every time she took a breath.Up front, Nash was leaning back, one hand on the wheel, sounding more animated than he had the entire trip.“Man, I’m telling you, if Tess hasn't stocked the fridge with that local brisket, I’m going to have a mid-life crisis,” Nash chuckled, glancing at the GPS. “And the run—the weather’s supposed to be crisp. The pac
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