Chapter 33 : Legacies

Lucas

I tugged at my collar as the pickup truck rolled along the highway.

“Stop messing with your collar.”

Mila leaned forward from the back seat, smoothing out a wrinkle on her black dress with her palm. Her accusatory stare made me laugh, though it sounded subdued, even to my ears.

“It’s scratchy. And this tie feels like a noose slowly getting tighter and tighter.”

Oliver chuckled from the passenger seat.

“Luke never has been much for wearing a shirt and tie.”

Mila cocked an eyebrow at him, an amused smile twisting her red lips.

“Naw, really? I never would have guessed. I swear, he’s got a closet full of faded blue jeans and another closet full of even more faded blue jeans.”

“Oh, come on. I found these nice black jeans in my closet, didn’t I?”

I slapped my knee, then put on the turn signal. Our exit approached.

“True enough, on a technical level.”

I grinned and leaned forward.

“Isn’t being technically correct the best kind of correct?”