She whistled lowly and Tom hopped up onto the backseat, tongue lolling. She kissed the top of his head before closing the door. “You’ve got everything?”
She hummed under her breath to the radio as she turned on the heat. They drove down the street and turned the corner. Tom stuck his head over the front seats and licked Francis’ face. “So, we’re just driving forever, yes?”
“Or a beach,” she agreed. She merged lanes, checking over her shoulder. “But is there a beach within driving distance?”
She turned the corner and sang along to the radio, grinning at him. “Boy, your lips taste like a night of champagne and you kiss me again and again and again and again. Now everybody’s asking why I’m smiling out from ear to ear...”