Dave pulls into a spot under the trees. I don’t wait longer than it takes for him to turn off the Fiesta’s rumbly engine. I don’t want to join Belden and the crew I see in the distance already clustered around a fire they’ve built in one of the community barbecues. “I brought marshmallows for the s’mores.” He gestures to a grocery bag in the back seat. “It looks cold out there,” I say. Instead of opening my door, I clamber over the gear shift onto his lap. “And I’ve had such a long day.” He gives me a funny grin, puts a hand on my cheek. “You always surprise me, Daisy.” “What? Not Daisy-brains right now?” I press my face into the heat of his palm. In answer, he draws me to him.