Jason’s POV
By the next night, we’ve made it to North Carolina. We could have made it all the way to Durham in another few hours, but Spellbound is stomping, my legs are cramping, Alex is hungry, and, again, we’re not exactly in a hurry.
We call Cliff and find the usual stable-and-motel combo, and within the hour we’re settled into our usual two-bed room.
Brooke and Milo haven’t so much as looked at each other since their fight.
I try to get comfortable and watch some TV, but Kate picked some lame comedy that I’m definitely not in the mood for—and apparently she isn’t, either, since she leaves the room.
“Weird,” Brooke says with a yawn. “Should I follow her?”
Normally I would have said yes, but for some reason I have a feeling Brooke won’t be much help to Kate. So I find myself vol
