“Are we ready,” he hollered.
I turned to Heather. “Are we riding with them?”
She nodded. “There’s no room in the other car. Mom wants to ride with dad and father said we can ride with them.”
I leaned in to whisper. “He trusts them?” My eyes wandered to the silent of the two with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Somehow he had thrust a piece of straw in his mouth and was nonchalantly chewing on it.
“Chillax girl, they’re fine once you get to know them,” she assured in low tones. Her country accent was rather thick, but I barely noticed anymore. “Dad wouldn’t let me if he didn’t trust them. You know this.” Then she swung open the passenger side of the pickup and hauled her rather plump booty inside.
“Come on,” she waved ecstatically.
Immediately I followed, deciding that everythi
