Patrice smiled at her phone as she sat in the back of the Suburban with Deanna. Wesley sat in the middle seat with a few of the books he had found along the way, talking to Deanna, keeping her distracted from what Patrice had been doing.
“Honeybear, my love,” Patrice cooed, her already sweet southern accent dripping with sugar as she spoke. “I believe we should stop in the next town. We’ve been drivin’ for a while and could all stand to stretch our legs and grab a bite to eat.”
Zed snorted from the driver’s seat as James turned to look at him. Zed had his lips tightly pursed as he fought the urge to laugh at his brother’s expense. They were well aware of what Patrice was doing. She was working with Drew’s mother, Evelyn, to find places along the route to Blue Moon that Wesley and Deanna
