Jan's POV
Yaroslava and I drove into town alone. Macy got into her car. Anyway, my car was only a two-seater and there was no room for my sister. On the highway, my sister honked her horn and jumped in front of me. With a grin on my face, I stepped on the gas and confidently took over the race.
How good it was to be home again, if only for such rare but soul-satisfying moments.
I was so engrossed in this strange game with my little sister on the race that I did not immediately notice that my couple did not like this speed. Only when I looked at Yaroslava and saw her eyes closed and her fingers, white with tension, clenched in th
