Chapter 14
fourteen
Conor
“Fuck, drive faster,” I say to Henry. “Did you take driving lessons from Mabel?”
Henry slows on the accelerator. “Sorry if I don’t want to die today.”
The roads are crap, and I’m happy the girls made it to the cabin before nightfall.
“Leave Mabel out of it. I might have to ask her what was in those cookies. They’re addicting, I swear.” Tweetie leans his head back as if he’s dreaming about them.
We ended up catching a flight from New York.
The part for the team plane didn’t come in until late in the day, so we still beat them, which we all celebrated the minute our plane landed in Chicago.
Something, maybe a little Christmas magic, was on our side because they had a large SUV for us to rent.
We flew through a drive-thru where Tweetie ate half the menu, then we started driving up to the cabin.
We’re fifteen minutes out now and every minute feels like an hour.
We’re filthy too. We all smell and are in desperate need of a shower. Not exactly the way I like to come home to Eloise, but at this point, I just want to see her and hold her and tell her that whatever happened at the doctor’s appointment, we’re in this together. We’ll get through it.
The GPS says we have ten miles left. Only thirteen minutes before I’m with my better half.