I pretended to not hear that last part. I sighed deeply. I hated to admit it, but he was right. It would be nice not to have to do laundry every few days. “Fine, you win,” I said. Rory snickered again. I rolled my eyes; he was such a kid sometimes. We drove into a larger town than Spring Mountain; Northridge, the sign said. It wasn’t long until he parked in the mall parking lot. I got out of the truck, resigned. Rory came around the front of the truck, beaming.
