Dawson navigated the Southern California traffic, a curse halfway out of his mouth at every turn and lane change. He’d been spoiled in his Air Force assignments and on Getaway Bay, because he hadn’t driven in a mess of cars this big in a long time.
His nerves rattled around in his skull like ice cubes in a glass. He couldn’t believe coming to see his family was preferable to staying on the island, but without Charlotte, he didn’t want to be in Getaway Bay.
Wes and Nicole had been supportive, but he didn’t like the way they looked at him with sad eyes and thoughtful expressions, like they were calculating who they could next set him up with.
He was done with the set-ups anyway. Done with dating. He didn’t want anyone but Charlotte, and he’d never felt like that before. Not even with Jane
