NICK
SHE’S bursting to tell me where we’re headed, clutching her phone so tightly as she relays the directions from the navigation software. Her voice bubbles with excitement. A surprise, she insists.
I can’t remember a time someone gave me a surprise like this. Not even Louisa. Louisa was sweet and vivacious, but she wasn’t thoughtful. I enjoyed spoiling Louisa, just as I enjoy spoiling my little Laine, but the creature in the seat beside me is turning out to be a very different girl altogether.
“Don’t I get a clue?” I ask.
Her hair shimmers as she shakes her head. “No. You’ll like it, though.
At least I hope you will.”
I’m already liking it. Being with her is enjoyable enough all on its own.
I keep my eyes on the road, none the wiser of our destination as I take the roads she poin
