Chapter 8
Okay, so, easier said than done.
Mialloch and Alec seriously despised each other. Seriously.
Two hours, seventeen donuts later, the battle lines had been drawn.
Amber and Ewan had been no help at all. They’d spent the entire ride back to Montreal cuddling together in the front seat, forcing me to fight the urge to vomit several times. And I don’t get car sick.
Normally, I would have been happy to spend so much time in the back seat with Alec. I mean, honestly. It was basically all I’d been fantasizing about for the last two months, in between kicking Amber’s butt. Well, okay. Fine. Getting my butt kicked. Whatever.
Stay on point.
I would have loved to spend time with Alec like this, really, I would.
But all my fantasizing, it had never involved me crammed up next to both
