Heaven knew it had creeped Sass out, mainly because there was such a vast amount of dreamy hope in it. That hope was almost as bad as what she’d anticipated in the opposite direction—disapproval that she wasn’t good enough for their youngest son. Getting away from Mama Coco and Papa Bolo without answering specific questions had been difficult. Thanks to the older couples’ travel fatigue, however, they’d been able to make their escape with the promise of meeting later in the week for dinner. An inquisition with food was probably a better description for what awaited them, but Sass figured she could jump off that bridge once she got to it. For now, she could relax. She relaxed so much that she zonked out almost as soon as they dropped Rude’s parents off. One minute she was waving farewell at her old foster parents as she and Rude drove away, and the next thing she knew, the door was opening up and her seatbelt was retracting.
