"Home sweet home," Jax announced as he shut off the car.
I straightened and yawned. I had no idea what time it was, but the moon was still high in the sky. How was that possible? Wasn't it at least a couple days' drive from California to New York? Dad and I had flown to California, so I really had no idea how long it took to make the drive.
I glanced at Trent, who was out of the car and holding the door open for me. I climbed out and stretched my arms over my head. "We're here already?" I asked.
"Yeah, Jax thinks he's driving for Nascar." Trent gave his brother a dirty look.
Oh, yeah. I remembered how Jax drove. It was terrifying.
Shaking my head, I glanced up at the place that would be my new home for the summer - possibly longer - and a pang of sadness stole my breath. In less than a year, I've had three, now four, different homes. Would I ever be able to truly settle down in one place?