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She waves and walks back toward the courtyard. I turn my phone on and see that I’ve gotten a message from an unknown number. “I’m in the parking lot. Big silver truck. You get shotgun.” I smile at my phone. “Brady says you have to sit in the back,” I look at Callie as we head out the back. “Oh goddess. I hope he hasn’t screwed anyone back there recently.”

My 924 might look nice, but it was never meant to hold three people. The back seat has zero, repeat zero, legroom. The bench is pressed tight against the back of the front seats. This didn't faze Debbie. She was excited; she'd never been inside a Porsche. She sat sideways across the back, while Karen took her accustomed place next to me. I opened the sunroof, under a bright blue sky, and drove off to see our future. * * * *

An hour later, I was regretting every decision I had made in life up to this point. Sebastian’s car was waiting in front of the house like a sin wrapped in glossy black paint. Long, expensive, quiet, and very clearly bought by a man who considered other people’s comfort a basic human right, as long as that person was him. The back door was already open. And there, neatly installed on the back of the passenger seat, was a kid seat. I stopped on the last step.

"Half of this stuff isn't going to fit." ​"We need all of it!" she insisted, shoving the last cooler into the trunk and slamming it shut. "Just put the rest of the bags in the front seat." ​"If I put these in the front passenger seat, where am I supposed to sit?" I asked, entirely annoyed. ​"In the back, obviously," she said, completely waving off my concern as she opened the driver's side door. ​I opened the back door and completely froze. ​The entire backseat was crammed full of sleeping bags, folded lawn chairs, and firewood. There was only one single seat left open behind the driver.

However, I recalled her chatting and laughing with Tracey in the back seat while munching on a bag of chips. Ben rolled down the car window, his voice tender. “Just take the back seat, Kaycee. There’s more room back there anyway. You can kick back and relax.” Without a word, I withdrew my arm and opened the door to the back seat. It was cramped in the back. Cory, Tracey, and I were squeezed in the back row. Tracey edged forward, wrapping her arms around Mikayla, while Cory kept reaching to hand her tissues. Shoved into the corner by the window, I was basically stuck against the frigid car door.

That last part was a bigger problem, since we needed a backseat for Brandon to lay on. Finally, we find a black Chevy Tahoe. It has three seats, so we can lay Brandon in the backseat. I thank the Goddess that there aren’t any carseats in the Tahoe. I would have felt awful stealing a car from a family with small pups. That would have added way too much stress. As it is, there is all kinds of debris from family life in there, from sports bags filled with football equipment to backpacks to a forgotten beach bag. Severn, Corinda, and Casen throw everything out of the car, minus the beach bag. It has several granola bars and b

Walking back to the car I watch as Franklin pulls open the back door. Before we can step fully to the vehicle Anthony approaches I cover my baby and walk a little faster. Franklin comes over and blocks his way as I enter the back seat anothe black truck like this one pulling up behing us. Franklin jumps in the car and starts the engine leaving as fast as he could. What's going on back there who was that I ask knowing the answer but needing to hear it from him. His eyes flicker in the rearview mirror and then back to the road. Alpha Zeke his voice comes out a tinge cold and I'm not sure why,

He replied. I looked at him in disbelief. “One more endearment from you, I’ll leave you here, Jacob.” I threatened him. Luckily, we were in the middle of heavy traffic, bumper to bumper. . “Easy there.” He said and removed his seatbelt. “What now?” He asked, waiting for my next move. I reclined his seat. “Move at the back.” He did what I said. I felt his hand on my back as I moved on the driver's seat.

He wasn’t the only one in the vehicle, there was another girl in the car that I didn’t recognize. The strangest feeling filled me that I didn’t understand, jealousy. He was driving the large black SUV that picked us up from the airport and the girl was sitting in the front seat. Now irritated because I was jealous of a girl that I didn’t know sitting next to Braxton in the passenger seat, I opened the door to the back seat, behind her. “Wait!” The female said as she exited the vehicle. “I heard you hurt your back over the weekend, so why don’t you sit up front, it is a lot more comfortable.”

he added. “Fine,” I said before I could change my mind. I stomped around to the passenger side, and Maya followed, sliding into the small back seat. “I can sit there. My legs are shorter,” I offered. “It’s fine,” she said with a small smile. We all got buckled in, and then Sebastian pulled away from the curb, taking us away from the downtown area of the city and towards the suburbs. “So. Haven Kenway,” Sebastian said after a brief silence.