71

PHIN

I watched Viviana's hands tighten on the steering wheel, her knuckles going white as the truck jerked forward and stalled out for the fiftieth time.

She let out a frustrated breath and sat back, her eyes closed. I tried to hide my amusement, but it was impossible. Seeing her, usually so composed, struggling with something as simple as driving was... well, kind of adorable.

"Don't laugh," she muttered, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

I held my hands up in mock surrender. "I'm not laughing, Vivi. Just... observing."

She shot me a look that could have frozen water. "You're not helping."

I leaned back in my seat, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm helping by not saying anything. You're doing great. You've got this."

The truck lurched forward, the engine stalling out again, and I bit back a chuckle as she slammed her hands against the steering wheel in frustration. We were barely a quarter mile down the dirt road on our land, and it was becoming increasingly clear that