Hillary
Bentley is ordering fast food from a drive-through when we’d literally be home in less than forty-five minutes if we go really fast.
He hands me a plate with two drizzled corn dogs on them—they actually look good—but I would have frowned if I wasn’t already frowning. Truth is, I’ve been frowning all day. All freaking day.
I remember her telling him she wanted one, but I don’t understand how he could have just popped a car so expensive for my sixteen-year-old sister. He’s confusing me. We aren’t even family yet, plus he hates Jake—which is the only reason we’d be family anyway—and me. He’s not the type to repay kindness with something worth a thousand times more.
He’s crazy.
He’s literally crazy.
“You’ve literally been pouting like a four-year-old all morning. I figured it’s b
