Lost and Found Sisters by Jill Shalvis

Author:Jill Shalvis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2017-06-20T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

When kids scream in public, I always want to say you have no real problems, it should be ME screaming . . .

—from “The Mixed-Up Files of Tilly Adams’s Journal”

Tilly walked out of the hospital and stopped short at the sight of Quinn right up front, waiting for her at the entrance. Great. Yeah, she’d called for a ride, but suddenly she wished she hadn’t. “Anyone ever tell you that teenagers don’t like to be picked up where anyone can see?” she asked when she got into the Lexus. “It makes us not cool.”

Quinn’s brows went up. “I can pretend not to like you, if that helps.”

“Or you could just not talk to me. Can I drive?”

“Thought we weren’t talking,” Quinn said dryly.

Huh. Her sister was a smart-ass too. Guess they did have something in common after all. “I’d make an exception if you let me drive home,” she said hopefully.

“Do I look like I just fell off a turnip truck?” Quinn asked.

“No, but you talk like you did.”

Quinn pulled off an impressive eye roll. “Do you have a learner’s permit?”

“Yes,” Tilly said.

“That’s a lie.”

“How can you tell?”

Quinn smiled. “Practice. You’re pretty good, but I’m better.”

Tilly sighed. “You’re going over the speed limit.”

“Am not.”

“Are too,” Tilly said. “On this stretch of road, cattle and other livestock get loose sometimes. The county lowered the speed limit because people kept hitting cows and totaling their vehicles.”

Quinn gaped at her. “Cows can total a car?”

“Well, duh.”

“That’s ridiculous, they’re huge. How do people not see them from a mile away and steer accordingly?”

Tilly shrugged.

Quinn shook her head and let off the gas pedal a little bit but not quickly enough, because like clockwork, a cow ambled into the middle of the road right in front of them.

Quinn slammed on the brakes, which had them executing one perfect spin, directly into . . .

A mailbox.

“Omigod,” Quinn gasped when the car shuddered to a sudden halt. “Are you okay?”

Tilly looked down at herself. “I think so.” Craning her neck, she took in the back of the car, from which the mailbox proudly protruded. “But I think you just gave your car a colonoscopy without anesthesia.”

Thirty minutes later, Quinn had talked to the owner of the property and promised to replace the mailbox, and they were back on the road, none the worse for wear.

With the exception of the very large, mailbox-size dent in the back bumper.

“So,” Tilly said casually. “People can see a cow from a mile away and steer accordingly?”

Quinn moaned. “I don’t suppose you could forget that happened?”

“I don’t suppose,” Tilly said, suddenly feeling almost downright cheerful for a change.

TEN MINUTES LATER, they pulled up to the house and Tilly’s momentary happiness faded behind a block of nerves and anxiety. “So what’s the plan here?”

“The plan is our trial period.” Quinn glanced over at her. “Don’t panic on me, it’s just temporary.”

Tilly had no idea why that set her off so badly. Wait, yes, she did know. It was because she wanted Quinn to want her, dammit.

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