Dual POV
Viv
It had been a year.
Twelve months since we roared out of the city with nothing but a saddlebags’ worth of clothes, one battered map, and a burning need to feel the world under our wheels.
And now, we were back.
Callie answered the door before we could knock, her eyes wide and warm, like she couldn’t believe we were real.
“Gia’s at school,” she said, hugging me like no time had passed at all. “And Sadie’s bringing her boyfriend over tonight. Hope you brought something stronger than beer.”
I laughed into her shoulder, catching the familiar scent of vanilla and warm leather. “We brought pie,” I said.
Knox grunted in approval from beside me. “And tequila.”
Callie wiped a tear before she could stop it. “Damn. You two always did know how to come home right.”
Inside, the ho
