Chapter Five
Lizzie bolted upright, wide awake of her own accord, at five a.m. on Saturday morning and turned her head to see Donny sleepily smiling at her.
“I guess you’re ready to go, then,” he murmured with a smirk.
“Dibs on the shower,” was her saucy response as she flung back the covers and raced to the bathroom.
Donny chuckled as he got up and followed her.
Thirty-five minutes later they were dressed and heading out the door with travel mugs filled with coffee.
“You sure you don’t want breakfast here?” he asked her.
“We can hit a drive-thru or a donut shop on the way,” she responded gaily.
“Your wish is my command, milady.”
After some discussion they decided to stop at the donut shop down the street, and not long afterward Donny navigated their SUV up onto the deserted freew
