Noah was much too tall and much too broad for the backseat of a sedan. Especially the floor of a sedan. Zara had moved the passenger seat up as far as it would go, and if he put most of his weight on one arm, he could almost fit.
To cover him, though, the blankets would need to go almost all the way to the windows, and he thought that was way too obvious. And how would he get out? Spill out the door and shake off a dozen blankets like he was Boomer?
Foolishness raced through him. Maybe he should abandon this insane plan to be seen volunteering in Getaway Bay. It wouldn’t create that much sympathy for him, because everyone would just leave comments like, “Oh, he has to spend his summer in Hawaii. Too bad for him.”
Noah had read hundreds of sarcastic comments in his lifetime, and he didn’
