Louise slipped away from the Sterling lodge while David was busy drunkenly explaining his vision for the Midwest to a bored Richard. She walked down the dark driveway, her heels crunching on the gravel, until she reached the edge of the forest road.
The neon-yellow Mini Cooper was idling behind a large oak tree, looking like a radioactive lemon that had been dropped in the woods.
The passenger door swung open.
"Get in, escapee!" Mia whispered loudly. "We have snacks!"
Louise climbed into the backseat. It was a tight squeeze, mostly because the front passenger seat was pushed all the way back to accommodate a very large, very grumpy billionaire.
Andy Finch was folded into the seat like an origami crane. His knees were pressed against the dashboard, and his head was tilted at an unnatur
