Page 141 of Wild Card

“We gotta go, honey.” Willow steps out, still not wearing the damn jacket.

I have no idea where we’re going, but she isn’t fucking stepping foot into another place showing her stomach with that damn piercing. “Jacket.”

“No need for it. Hand me your keys.”

The thought of covering her flees. “Why?”

“Because I’m driving.”

A hush falls over the room. She feels the change and glances around. “What?”

“Not driving my truck.”

“Why not?”

“Because I drive.”

“That’s highly sexist.”

“Call it what you want.”

“And this is the other reason I’m here,” Ford speaks up. “I’m driving. Let’s roll.” He takes Rowan’s hand and she waves to the others, following him out the door.

“Oh, Good God, no time to argue.” Willow snatches my elbow, and I allow her to pull me out as she calls her goodbyes.

Ford shoots me a look, silently conveying to get in the truck and deal with it.

Willow and Rowan rattle on about the wedding as Ford drives.

“Want to give me a hint here?”

He side-eyes me and the side of his lip curves. “Another few miles and you won’t need any hints.”

He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, grinning haughtily.

Asshole is enjoying this.

He veers off to a reserved road, and I’m instantly aware we’re on the rear side of the airport where the private hangers are located.

“Told you, man, your woman fucking rocks.”

He drives around to a large building where a jet is waiting. Beside it are Sterling, Chase, and Bex.

“What the hell?”

The chatter in the back has died down and Willow seems nervous. “I had this idea, but I could only pull it off with somehelp. Which avalanched into my dumb family crashing. Well, except for Wyatt, he’s too young.”

“Crashing what, exactly?”

Rowan bounces in her seat like she’s on a springboard.

“We’re going out of town,” Willow relays.

“I gathered that.”

“We’re headed to Bristol.”

There’s only one reason everyone is acting the way they are about Bristol. It’s not a huge town and it’s known for one thing. My mind and heart race at the realization.

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