The Open RoadM.R. Ward
“How much farther?” Lenoir asked, opening another can of Bud Light.
“What’s your hurry?” Dean replied, looking in the rearview mirror and throwing her a sly wink.
“You try sitting in the backseat with the human fart machine for a while, and you tell me.” She recoiled.
Luke Sheldon laughed heartily and tried to work up another stink bomb, lifting his body to one side and wincing. Lenoir punched her brother in the arm, almost causing him to drop his half-empty beer can.
“You two better behave or I’m going to turn this car around,” Dean said in his best dad voice and high-fived his copilot, James.
James Conrad sat in the passenger’s seat and chuckled slightly. He’d been quiet through most of the journey, dutifully studying the Maps app on his cell phone, which had
