Lark looked at her phone when it pinged and noted a text from Ollie. She opened it up and then fought against the audible groan.
He found out where we’re staying.
Fuck. s**t. Balls.
“What?” Max leaned sideways and looked at her with concern.
“Just Ollie stuff,” she shrugged.
“What kind of Ollie stuff?” Bobbie butted in.
“It’s nothing,” she shook her head and shoved her phone back in her pocket. “If dumbass signs off today, can we get a flight to go back home today?”
“Why the rush?” Bobbie’s eyes were narrowed. “Is Ollie in some kind of s**t which is making you want to run from Houston?”
God why were Bobbie and her mother Everly so damn in tuned to every single situation in their lives?
“Nope but Doug has ruined Houston for me, and I want to go home. I hate it here.”
“Ditto,” her
