Chapter 29
NOAH
“Uh, so I know we’re in a rush, Noah, but I would like to make it to the bar in one piece.”
I don’t glance into the backseat (or trunk, rather) as I push the BMW another five miles per hour faster.
My fingers tighten on the steering wheel.
“I have plans for us to make it one piece, Lach. Though you might not be so lucky if you keep clamoring in my ear.”
“I’m just saying…” my youngest and annoying brother banters from the back seat. “If we don’t slow it down on these curves, you will definitely see pieces. Because I’m going to throw up chunks of that disgusting pizza all over this car.”
“If that’s the case,” Nancy whines, sandwiched between the driver and passenger seat, “then Lach’s right, Noah. We might want to take our time. I could barely eat that pizza from Benny
