8
Ginny
Bean can hardly contain her excitement. “Where are we going? Are we there yet?”
Liam shakes his head and I grin. “Surprises aren’t her forte,” I say.
He called this afternoon and said he scheduled Bean’s first official training session for five thirty. It worked for me, so now we’re on our way to the mystery location. Bean’s strapped into her car seat and I’m in the passenger seat of Liam’s posh car. I felt bad cramming her devil car seat with its juice stains and sharp plastic edges onto the soft leather backseat, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Bean leans forward and says for the seventeenth time, “Are we there yet?”
When Liam sends her an incredulous look I try and fail to smother my laugh.
We’ve only been in the car for three and a half minutes, so I sympathize with him. I r
