Emma's POV
Vermont is four hours by car.
Dominic drives. I have coffee and the aux cord and a playlist Lily made me called *honeymoon even if you're going to a barn* which is accurate because the inn is technically a converted farmhouse and I love it immediately.
We don't talk the whole drive. Not because anything is wrong. Because we've gotten good at the kind of quiet that doesn't need filling. He has one hand on the wheel. I have my feet up on the dash which he allowed after minimal negotiation.
Somewhere past Hartford he reaches over without looking and puts his hand on my ankle. Leaves it there.
I watch the trees go by and think about nothing in particular.
The inn is run by a couple in their sixties, Pat and Gerald, who greet us like they've been expecting family. Pat shows us
