MASON
“Do we have a plan?”
Nate asked the question after we’d been on the road for three hours. First we had to go toward Fallen Crest, and then we’d been taking a county road north for the last half hour. We were getting close.
Logan leaned forward. “Besides picking a fight?”
Nate frowned. “I thought we were just going to throw some fireworks in his car or something.”
Logan snorted, falling back to his seat. “Right. Because we’re traveling three hours just to pop some sparklers in his car. You’re kidding, right? Are you not with the program?”
“Well, you two are drunk.”
Logan hid a grin. We’d brought the bourbon with us, though the drive was starting to sober me up. Logan rolled his eyes in the rearview mirror before shaking his head.
“What?” Nate looked at me, then Logan in the mi
