Two hours.

That’s how long Kate and I had been driving and my ass was sore from our journey. I should have suggested we took my car because Kate’s small compact vehicle was not meant for long-distance journeys.

Even if I was short and petite, I had junk in my trunk and the seat was killing this cushioning.

“Are we there yet?” I asked her again after the hundredth time. Her eyes slowly narrowed as she looked at me with frustration.

“If you ask me that ...