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BLAIRE
“You didn’t have to drive us,” I told Hollin as he lugged my two giant suitcases to his truck.
“I know, but Campbell said he was going to store the Rover and then hire a driver to take y’all.” He shot Campbell a look. “Pretentious shit.”
“Hey, I was just trying to make it easier on everyone.”
“What? You think I don’t want to drive the Rover while you’re gone?”
Campbell rolled his eyes. “Have at it.”
“Well, I appreciate it, Hollin.” I bowed under the weight of my backpack, full of recording equipment and all my work stuff.
Campbell reached out for it. “Let me get that.”
“Thanks,” I said with a smile.
My boho bag fell to the crook of my elbow, and I hitched it back up. I had half a dozen other bags inside of it, my iPad, and a spicy romance novel I’d borrowed from Piper.
