“You don’t like classical music?” Olivia asked.

“Um, sure, but I like other kinds of music, too. We’ve been listening to this for, like, thirty minutes.” Chase tried to sound agreeable.

“How about you have the next thirty minutes to listen to what you want,” Olivia said, gesturing to the radio.

Feeling victorious, Chase turned the dial. “Wait. You don’t have satellite radio?”

“No.”

Weirdo.

“Well, do you have Bluetooth or something? Like on your phone?”

Olivia narrowed her eyes suspiciously but used her thumb to open the home screen and handed her cell phone over to Chase.

Chase downloaded the Spotify app, entered her own account info, and synced to the radio. Since she doubted Olivia would care much for the metal or rap she preferred, she very nicely put on her eighties rock playlist. Journey came on crooning about “open arms,” and Chase settled back, tugging on Chanel sunglasses and cracking the window so a breeze came through.

Olivia may have frowned at the window going down, but Chase didn’t acknowledge her grinchy look. The air felt nice on her skin.

After a few hours of napping and then staring out the window, Chase turned to Olivia. “Okay, so since I have to go to your pawpaw’s house and Rick is no longer here to talk about Dancing with the Stars and Adam . . . I mean, how much did we really need to know about Adam Levine? God, he wouldn’t shut up.”

Olivia actually smiled. “He seems to be a big fan.”

“Like a stalker or something. So anyway, let’s play twenty questions.”

“Like the game twenty questions?”

Chase had never gone on family trips, but she’d once played in a movie where they had to pretend to go camping. The scene called for the two kids to play twenty questions in order to get their respective parents who hated each other to actually talk to one another. It was a stupid movie, but she remembered liking the idea of a road trip. “Yeah, like I ask you questions and you have to either answer them truthfully or I can dare you to do something crazy.”

“That’s not twenty questions. That’s truth or dare,” Olivia said, turning onto another highway that was steadily taking them north. They’d left the city behind, and the air felt cleaner. To Chase, it felt like a different world, one she knew existed but had hardly ever ventured out to experience.

“So truth or dare, then. Whatever,” Chase said.

“I don’t think I want to play that game with you.” Olivia eyed the navigation screen and clicked something on her dash.

“Oh, come on. We still have a few hours, right? This is my first real girls’ trip. Or rather first girls’ trip with someone I’m not paying to fly with me to Paris or something.”

“This isn’t a girls’ trip.”

Boom. Something in Olivia’s quick refusal of that term hurt. Felt like rejection. Okay, yeah, she knew she and Olivia weren’t friends, but did the woman have to be such a bitch about everything? “Right. I know. Just pretending for a few minutes that we’re normal people.”