Aliya’s POV
We had been on the road now for two hours, and Nick hadn’t stopped trying to get under my skin. Taking a plane or the private jet would have been so much faster and easier, but I didn’t want Dad knowing about any of this, and Dano City didn’t have a terminal.
“Are we there yet?” Nick pestered me, like he had been doing for hours.
“You know, if you just shut your mouth, maybe we’ll get there faster,” I retorted.
“Chill, baby.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You know I can take the wheel if you’re tired,” he offered. I wanted to say no so badly, but I was exhausted and sleepy.
“Fine, I’ll pull over.” I relented and pulled over. We switched places and drove off once more.
“You can sleep. I’ll just follow the GPS on my own,” Nick assured me, and for some weird reason
