Abby didn’t remember dozing off, but she woke with a jolt as Dustin maneuvered the car down a narrow, bumpy road. Another pothole sent the car lurching. Abby was momentarily airborne before slamming back down with a bone-jarring thud that rattled her teeth.
“Hell, Dustin,” Norah complained from the front seat. “Could you aim for the potholes any more?”
Dustin shrugged, eyes fixed on the road. “This road’s needed repaving for a long time, but improvements are slow going around here. Most of our extra funds went into the new training hall a couple years ago.”
Abby looked down at Joe, his head still resting on her thigh, his eyes closed. His breathing was shallow but steady, each rise and fall of his chest something she counted without realizing she was doing it.
“You awake?”
She glanced
