Vicky's POV
"Just where exactly are we going?" I finally asked after two hours of driving. We were at a small rest stop, stretching our legs and grabbing lunch. My curiosity had been eating me alive the whole ride.
Ollie took a sip of his drink and said, with the straightest face ever, "You know where we're going. I already put the address in the GPS, didn't I?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Ollie… what is at that address? And where are we staying? A hotel? A resort? A cabin? A haunted mansion? Give me something."
"We're only stopping there before the actual destination," he answered casually. Too casual and annoying. Then he stood up, gathering his tray like the conversation was over.
"Wait—hey! I'm not done eating!" I protested, staring at him in disbelief.
"Take your time," he said, already stepping away. "Meet me in the car. I need to make a quick call and buy a few things before we go."
Then he disappeared into the crowd without even giving me a chance to argue.
