CHAPTER 119: Fun Night

We pull out of the driveway, and Caspian stands by the door, watching us. I can almost sniff his disapproval from here.

The drive is mostly quiet, save for Juniper occasionally barking directions at me. She’s leaning back in the passenger seat, one hand resting on her belly while the other taps on the door. I sneak a glance at her, wondering how she stays so relaxed, so carefree, even with everything going on. I mean, her husband is furious at her, she’s halfway through a pregnancy with twins, and she’s acting like we’re heading to a casual brunch.

As if reading my mind, Juniper says, “You know, Caspian was always like this.”

“Like what?”

“Overprotective. Annoying. Like, I get it—he’s worried. But seriously? A club is not a death sentence.”

I laugh. “He means well. He’s just...”

“Paranoid?” Juniper finishes for me. “Yeah, I know. He’s been like that since we were kids. Always trying to tell me what to do. Like he’s the big brother or something.” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell ther