“Baby, calm down,” Dean said, caressing Lenoir’s face. “Everything’s fine. James just has us all freaked out.”
Lenoir swiped her long red hair from her face and dried her eyes with both palms of her hands. She looked into Dean’s eyes and smiled. He was always so reassuring and made her believe anything he said. She wanted to believe in him, but the desire to return to Connecticut outweighed her faith in his words.
“I want to go home, Dean. I don’t want to be here.”
Dean looked down for a second and then returned his stare into her eyes. He smiled.
“Okay, Lenoir. We’ll go home.”
Once his stomach settled, Luke leaned against the Chevelle’s trunk and breathed deeply. The coolness of the night felt good against his flushed skin; the air was too hot inside the car, and he had drunk more th
