“That went well.” James expertly maneuvered us onto the 5.
“Yeah.” I glanced back at my girl who was tethered and fast asleep.
Our girl.
Our girl“They’re…a lot.” I tried to find a more tactful way to say what I really meant. I’d been bowled over by the Reynolds clan.
“That they are.” James grinned. “I adore them. Just am oh so very glad they’re up here and I’m down there.”
“You didn’t want to settle in Huntington Beach?”
“Uh…no. Mama’s…pushy. I mean, in a loving way, but she’ll bowl you over when you’re not looking if it means getting what she wants. What she believes is best for you,” he corrected himself.
“She’s a good woman.”
“That she is.” He changed lanes, passing a slower-moving tractor trailer. “I think…”
“Think,” I prompted.
He bit his lip. Then, finally, he spoke. “What
