Chapter 25
Ten minutes into the drive, Evie stops singing in mid-verse and says, “This isn’t the way to your house.”
Gavin likes that she always calls his apartment his “house.” It makes the place sound so much grander than it is.
“I know, honey,” he says, giving her a smile in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to spend the weekend at the beach.”
Her eyes pop open wide enough for him to see the whites ring completely around the irises. Because of the navy sundress she’s wearing, her eyes look dark blue at the moment, making the look she gives him even more comical. “The beach?” she cries, incredulous. Then she claps her hands and laughs. “The beach! Yes!”
“There’s an art show on the boardwalk,” Gavin tells her, but she’s no longer listening. She’s singing again, louder this time, some
