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Seems like it's one thing after another! Just as they got rid of the baby daddy, now Vinnie and Ethan's boss calls to tell them they can't fly to Atlanta, and Sarah sees this as an opportunity for a road trip! See what's going on in this week's chapter of Rose and Thorne. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!'
I wondered if maybe Ethan would change his mind about
this proposed road trip the next morning, in the cold hard light of day. But I
guess his anger with James hadn’t abated overnight, so at eight AM we were all
up, packing our bags into the car and getting ready to head out for Georgia.
I’d never appreciate the luggage rack on top of the car before, but I surely
did now.
We dropped Benny off with Brendan, along with his
assorted toys and food. Of course
introductions were in order, but we kept them as brief as we could without
appearing rude, but Brendan understood we needed to get on the road as soon as
possible. He was just tickled to meet little Alex and oohed and aahed over him
as much as he could. Sarah was disappointed that Troy wasn’t there, once she
realized we actually meant the Troy
McGarrett, well-known Hollywood heartthrob. But Ethan only snickered and told
her she had no chance with Troy, no matter how handsome she thought he was,
because at the end of the day he was still gay and very much in a committed
relationship. He went on to say that I had a better chance with Troy than she
did, which produced raised eyebrows from yours truly and a wink from Ethan.
Sarah just stuck out her tongue at both of us and said she didn’t care, she
just wanted an autograph.
One promise of an autograph later, along with
Sarah’s address, where said autograph could be sent, we headed to the gas station and filled up the
tank before heading inside to see what they had in the way of breakfast.
Sarah protested as she followed us in. “What
happened to going out for breakfast?” she queried her brother in obvious
disappointment.
“This road trip happened,” Ethan explained as he
examined the assortment of hot sandwiches on display. “What do you think Alex
might like? How about a chicken sandwich on a biscuit?” Not waiting for a
response, he turned to his nephew, held securely in Sarah’s arms so he wouldn’t
wander off.. “Want some chicken, little man?”
Alex gave an enthusiastic yes, leaving no doubt as to how he felt about the matter. I wasn’t
surprised, as I’d seen him demolish his fair share of chicken tenders while
he’d been staying with us. Once breakfast had been selected, along with
appropriate beverages and an assortment of snacks for the road, we headed back
to the car, Ethan set the odometer at zero, and our trip began.
I offered shotgun to both Sarah and Benny, but both
declined, insisting they wanted to catch up on the trip. I wasn’t about to
complain at sitting by Ethan, naturally. I told him we could switch drivers in
a few hours, but I suspected unless I really complained, that would never
happen. In fact, I couldn’t remember a single time I’d ever been behind the
wheel when we were together in the car. I always meant to remedy that, but I
kept letting it slide to the point where I seldom even thought about it
anymore. Ethan had taken upon himself the post of designated driver and, as
usual, I had acquiesced to his wishes.
What can I say? I’d do anything to make that man
happy.
to be continued
Now go hang out with the other Briefers and see what's what!
I wondered if maybe Ethan would change his mind about
this proposed road trip the next morning, in the cold hard light of day. But I
guess his anger with James hadn’t abated overnight, so at eight AM we were all
up, packing our bags into the car and getting ready to head out for Georgia.
I’d never appreciate the luggage rack on top of the car before, but I surely
did now.
We dropped Benny off with Brendan, along with his
assorted toys and food. Of course
introductions were in order, but we kept them as brief as we could without
appearing rude, but Brendan understood we needed to get on the road as soon as
possible. He was just tickled to meet little Alex and oohed and aahed over him
as much as he could. Sarah was disappointed that Troy wasn’t there, once she
realized we actually meant the Troy
McGarrett, well-known Hollywood heartthrob. But Ethan only snickered and told
her she had no chance with Troy, no matter how handsome she thought he was,
because at the end of the day he was still gay and very much in a committed
relationship. He went on to say that I had a better chance with Troy than she
did, which produced raised eyebrows from yours truly and a wink from Ethan.
Sarah just stuck out her tongue at both of us and said she didn’t care, she
just wanted an autograph.
One promise of an autograph later, along with
Sarah’s address, where said autograph could be sent, we headed to the gas station and filled up the
tank before heading inside to see what they had in the way of breakfast.
Sarah protested as she followed us in. “What
happened to going out for breakfast?” she queried her brother in obvious
disappointment.
“This road trip happened,” Ethan explained as he
examined the assortment of hot sandwiches on display. “What do you think Alex
might like? How about a chicken sandwich on a biscuit?” Not waiting for a
response, he turned to his nephew, held securely in Sarah’s arms so he wouldn’t
wander off.. “Want some chicken, little man?”
Alex gave an enthusiastic yes, leaving no doubt as to how he felt about the matter. I wasn’t
surprised, as I’d seen him demolish his fair share of chicken tenders while
he’d been staying with us. Once breakfast had been selected, along with
appropriate beverages and an assortment of snacks for the road, we headed back
to the car, Ethan set the odometer at zero, and our trip began.
I offered shotgun to both Sarah and Benny, but both
declined, insisting they wanted to catch up on the trip. I wasn’t about to
complain at sitting by Ethan, naturally. I told him we could switch drivers in
a few hours, but I suspected unless I really complained, that would never
happen. In fact, I couldn’t remember a single time I’d ever been behind the
wheel when we were together in the car. I always meant to remedy that, but I
kept letting it slide to the point where I seldom even thought about it
anymore. Ethan had taken upon himself the post of designated driver and, as
usual, I had acquiesced to his wishes.
What can I say? I’d do anything to make that man
happy.
