Fumbling for safer thoughts, she glanced back at her dad. “By the way, did you seriously just call us mushy? Honestly, Dad, I thought you’d be more protective.” “I am protective.” He ducked as another blast shook the car, and Santino whooped over the radio. “I just think we have more to worry about than your boyfriend right now.” Foster turned in his seat to lock eyes with her dad, his shoulders tense. “Ezren’s more than a girlfriend.” Her dad held his gaze, something serious passing between them, and then it was Ezren’s turn to shift awkwardly in her seat. So much for safer ground. “Then
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