AUTHOR’S POV
The road trip began before sunrise, the sky still a bruised shade of deep purple and indigo. The air outside was crisp, clinging to the windows of the heavy SUV like a thin sheet of frost.
Inside the vehicle, however, it smelled entirely of processed cheese, sour cream, and onion.
Parker somehow managed to bring enough snacks to feed an entire hockey team, his duffel bag bursting at the seams with various brightly colored crinkly wrappers.
"Why do you have twelve packets of chips?" Ryker asked, his voice flat as he adjusted the rearview mirror. He looked thoroughly exhausted, dark circles underlining his eyes from a sleepless night of worrying.
Parker looked deeply offended, clutching a family-sized bag of barbecue chips to his chest as if it were a prized possession. "Wh
