When it was time to leave the restaurant, we went out the front and the car was waiting for us out there.
“Shotgun.” I yelled.
“What?” Beau asked.
“You guys are really nice and really hot, but sitting between you in the backseat was a nightmare coming here. I’m calling shotgun.” I said, jumping in the front seat of the car. The guys looked at each other and just shrugged it off.
“She’s 17. What can we do about it?” Austin asked.
“You can live with it.” I sang out. And he chuckled as he got in the backseat of the car.
When we got back to the compound, Austin went on ahead while Beau and I stayed back at the car talking for a few minutes.
“I’d really like for you to come to my pack pretty soon. Meet some people. Even if we don’t tell them who you are. I just want to spend some
