Dominic Carter checked his mirrors as he eased the brand-new SUV down the driveway, the morning sunlight bouncing off its polished hood. He glanced over his shoulder at the three figures in the backseat, quiet, well-behaved for now, and almost laughed. They looked like the perfect picture of blended-family harmony. But Dominic knew better. Give them ten minutes on the highway, and this trip would turn into a battle zone.
Evelyn, Pamela's eldest at twenty-one, sat on the left. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulder, nearly brushing the window she was staring out of with practiced indifference. Those sharp green eyes were so much like her late father's it was almost unnerving. intelligent, guarded, always calculating.
On the right was Dominic's son, Josh, nineteen, who was doing h
