Page 179 of My Only

But God, was it getting harder.

Day 7, our final day, was in Charleston, South Carolina.

Hassani hadn’t mentioned it, but I was sure we’d be driving back to New York after tonight. And honestly? I was looking forward to the return trip.

Before returning to the RV, Hassani built a small campfire outside.

He told me he learned how to do it online, and honestly, I was impressed every time he built one.

He was very much about this RV life.

And, I guess I was too now.

Although, there was no way I was dealing with dump stations like Hassani had to before we headed to Charleston.

We were somewhere between Tennessee and South Carolina when Hassani announced…

“We gotta stop at this dump station.”

I blinked. “What’s a dump station?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” He turned the steering wheel, guiding the RV off to the right. “A place we gotta dump shit.”

“Shit like what?”

He glanced at me. “Shit.”

I winced. “Ewww.”

“We’re literally about to dump our shit, baby.” He chuckled as he parked.

I contorted my face and gagged.

He snorted, then broke into a laugh.

Reaching for me, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I would never ask the passenger princess to do such labor.”

He unhooked his seatbelt. “I got it. Make us some coffee in the meantime.”

Now, that I could do.

I waited in the RV and watched from the panoramic windows.

Besides the luxury amenities, my favorite thing about the RV was the windows.

They were large, sweeping, letting us experience stunning views of mountains as we drove.

And right now?

They were giving me a clear view of my husband, saving the day handling the dirty work.

I stepped down the RV stairs and stopped at a comfortable distance—far enough so I wouldn’t smell anything—then lifted my mug to sip my coffee.

Hassani was hooking up a long hose to the bottom of the RV.

“I design luxury homes for a living,” he mumbled to himself as he adjusted his rubber gloves, “yet here I am, dealing with actual shit. My God.”

I snorted. “You okay over there, Mr. Franklin? Need a hug, baby?”

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