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“So we’re obviously going northeast,” I confirm, looking at a foldout map shoved in the RV’s glove compartment. “Are you ever going to tell me our final destination?”
“As soon as you ask me,” Connor nibbles on a bag of kettle corn. He has the RV stocked with all manner of snacks: crackers, granola bars, cookies, bags of chips, popcorn, juices, waters, soda and candy. This man has a giant sweet tooth, apparently. I help myself to one of the lollipops I find in a cabinet. It’s some sort of butterscotch flavor and it’s delicious. I can’t remember the last time I ate a piece of candy.
“Where are we going, Connor?” My tone is sarcastic.
“Tonight, Greenville. The final destination is my favorite place in the world.”
“And where might that be?” I ask. I pop the stick back into my mouth and roll the candy orb around on my tongue.
“Do you have any idea how erotic it is to watch you lick and suck that thing?” I watch as he adjusts his crotch in the driver’s seat. I roll my eyes at him and make a show of enjoying the candy just to tease him a little.
“It’s 2:22!” He says suddenly.
“So?” I reply.
“So? Whenever all the numbers on the clock are the same, you get to make a wish.”
Dandelion seeds. Numbers on clocks. Seriously, what’s with this man and his wishes? He closes his eyes to wish and I shriek in horror.
“Eyes open and on the road, pal!”
His voice rumbles in a low laugh that sounds like the purr of a happy kitten. “All right. All right. Don’t freak out. I’ve made my wish.”
“What did you wish for?”
“For you to pull that little box I gave you out of your suitcase. After you treat me like that lollipop you’ve got there.” He readjusts himself again and gives me another one of those smiles of amusement. It appears I amuse him a lot. “What did you wish for?”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, hurry up. You only have a few seconds before the clock changes.”
I’m not sure why I feel compelled to make a wish this time, but I do. My wish — my heart’s desire — courses through my being. It’s the one thing I’ve always wished for. The one thing I probably will always wish for.
“Got it?”
“Got it.”
“What did you wish for, little Lainey Bird?”
“I can’t tell you. Then it won’t come true.”
“Well, if you don’t tell me, then I can’t make it come true.”
I give him a smile. “You haven’t answered my question. Where are we going?”
“I already told you.”
“Fine, what is your favorite place in the world?”
Connor laughs again and turns up the music. He’s made a great playlist of some amazing rock music on his streaming service. One ofClimax’s songs comes up and the thumping beat fills the camper. I reach over and turn it down.
“Tell me!” I whine like a spoiled child.
“Fine. I’m taking you to Martha’s Vineyard.”
“What? That’s in, like, Massachusetts, right? That’ll take forever.”
