Elyria tossed me a helmet without ceremony. “Put that on.”
I blinked. “What’re you dragging me into?”
“We’re taking photos. And transporting the photographer,” she said, already climbing onto the ATV. “Which happens to be me.”
“You know how to drive a 4-wheeler?” I asked.
Elyria scowled at me. “Did you forget who my brother and his best friend are? Of course, I know how to drive an ATV.” She barks a laugh, “4-wheeler!”
I laughed as I secured the strap under my chin and swung up behind her, smoothing the skirt of the dress I’d chosen—a simple one, flowy soft fabric, with most importantly, pockets. Something that moved with ease. The ATV hummed to life, carrying us down the paths of the estate.
We first stopped near the low stone wall by an older garden, where the flowers were just beg
