EIGHTEEN
“YOU DIDN’T TALK TO LUZ?” she asked when they were back in the truck, pulling out of the Rotunda’s parking lot. “We could’ve stayed where we were like last time.”
“It’s the middle of the day, they’ll want to keep their lot clear.”
And it would be difficult to sleep if they were in a built-up area.
“Where do you want to park?”
“Somewhere familiar.”
Twenty minutes later, she knew exactly where he was taking them. The RV park. Their RV park. Where they’d spent time together, doing nothing but enjoy each other. That time had been the closest to their dream, to living the life they’d choose. Or the life they would’ve chosen.
They were allotted a spot and Daire slotted them in without any trouble. He unhitched the truck and pulled it in beside the Beast. She didn’t expect him to
