by Mimi Grace
Along for the Ride
Mimi Grace
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dad, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2019 by Mimi Grace
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any matter whatsoever without written permission except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
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Digital edition (EPUB) ISBN: 978-1-9991082-2-9
Print Edition ISBN: 978-1-9991082-1-2
Cover design and illustration by Leni Kauffman
Editors: Christa Soulé Désir and Johanie Martinez-Cools
Created with Vellum
THIS ROAD TO LOVE MAY HAVE A FEW SPEED BUMPS…
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Former hot mess Jolene Baxter is committed to doing better. It’s why she offered to help her sister and brother-in-law move across the country. However, her goodwill is tested when last minute changes—mainly her father ditching her for an all-expenses paid vacation—forces her to make the journey with a man who is the human version of a pebble in her shoe.
Jason Akana operates on lists and bitter coffee, but none of those things will help him on a sixteen-hour trip with the most infuriating woman. Maybe they can get along and forget their heated confrontation five years ago at his best friend’s wedding…when pigs fly.
But the addition of vehicle problems, an unplanned pit stop in a small town, and chemistry that inconveniently tags along, shifts their perspectives. And once the dust settles after their trip, a tentative friendship emerges.
Will these two stubborn people successfully navigate the unexpected feelings that follow close behind? Or will they hit a roadblock before reaching happily ever after?
Content Notes
These brief notes are for readers who need some insight into the contents of this novel. Some may view the following as spoilers.
Deceased parent (dies long before the start of the book)
Verbally pushy person interested in the heroine (NOT the hero)
Several sexually explicit scenes
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Thank you!
What’s next?
About the Author
Chapter 1
Jolene Baxter suspected she was some sort of masochist who enjoyed the special hell where avoidable inconveniences dwelled. She was wide awake on a Saturday morning without coffee, standing in front of her sister’s recently sold house studying the massive moving truck she would operate on a sixteen-hour trek across the country. Adding to her agitation and restlessness was the thought of making the journey with the one person she would rather never spend that many uninterrupted hours with.
“Thank you so much for doing this,” Jolene’s older sister, Nicole, said as she exited her almost empty house. She offered Jolene a travel mug that held coffee. Nicole wrapped her arms around her sister’s shoulders.
“You know I love you, but if you think I’m not going to steal that gorgeous rug that was in your bedroom for compensation, you’re deluded.”
“Oh, shut up,” Nicole said as she flicked Jolene’s ear. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I wasn’t going to do it initially, but because of recent developments”—she shrugged—“I’m actually considering it.”
“You know I would’ve tried to pick someone else to go with you if it weren’t last minute,” Nicole said as if that sensible explanation would help Jolene not feel anxious and annoyed about her trip with the arrogant and cocky Jason Akana.
She stifled her desire to complain about him. She tried to be as nonchalant about the whole situation as possible. Think person-in-a-tampon-commercial-spinning-in-a-cornfield laid-back. But nothing said, “I’m totally unbothered” like changing travel outfits multiple times and settling on a less comfortable but more visually appealing jeans-and-light-sweater combo. Jolene ignored that these particular jeans had become a little tight in the last few months and would most likely give her issues on the long trip.
“I’m sorry Dad bailed,” Nicole said after a moment.
“If I got a free trip for two to the Bahamas, I would also forget I had daughters. Besides, I told you, I’m taking the rug as compensation.”
Nicole rolled her eyes and replied, “Fair enough, but I know there’s tension between you and Jason, and I don’t want you to be miserable during the entire trip…or catch a homicide charge.”
Fortifying her resolve not to complain about the less-than-ideal circumstances, Jolene said, “Seriously, Nicky, don’t worry about it. First, Auntie Julie is a fantastic criminal defense lawyer. Second, I’ll simply rotate between FaceTiming you and Mom. She can put down her sangria to relieve me of a hellish trip for a few minutes.”
“I can’t believe I’ll be a sixteen-hour drive away from you,” her sister said, abruptly changing topics.
Jolene shook her fist at the sky. “Damn being a brilliant and talented architect who gets amazing opportunities at prestigious companies far, far away.”
Despite her best efforts, Jolene’s voice caught on the last few words. Her sister embraced her once more. Jolene refused to cry because her sister deserved good things, and she wouldn’t make it any harder for Nicky by crying about being more than a fifteen-minute drive away. Jolene had jumped at the chance to help her sister and brother-in-law move across the country, partly because they were family and she would do anything for them, but also because the trip would work as Jolene’s mea culpa for regularly being difficult and at times complicating her sister’s life.
“Do you ladies want some of these muffins?” Nicole’s husband, Ty, asked as he joined the women on the driveway, interrupting what would’ve been an ugly cry session. The tiny apron he wore looked comical on his large body made for playing full-contact sports. His big smile exposed all his straight white teeth.
“No!” both women shouted too quickly.
Jolene didn’t need any of her brother-in-law’s concoctions he called food to further complicate her trip.
“C’mon, try a tiny bite,” Ty encouraged while he pressed a muffin to his wife’s lips.
“Ty, baby, I’m not going to eat the science experiment you made from the remaining products in our pantry,” his wife said.
“Jolene, how about you take some for the journey? They’re not that bad,” he said.
Jolene let out a grunt. “Do you remember Mom’s sixty-first birthday party?”
The two women burst out laughing at the memory of their mother, Jacqueline Baxter, sputtering and spitting out the disgusting tart Ty had baked for her. She hadn’t had time to grab a napkin before the reflex to get rid of the taste hit. Their mom embodied the refined Black church lady, and her subsequent conclusion that her daughter’s new husband had tried to poison her had been absolutely distressing.
“Hey, man,” Ty shouted, his voice cutting through the women’s laughter.
Jaso
n had arrived undetected in an Uber, and made his way across the street to Nicole and Ty’s recently sold house. The laughter died down, and Jolene forced herself not to react unnaturally to Jason’s sudden presence. The arrogant tilt of his head tempted Jolene to roll her eyes and suck her teeth. But in a demonstration of her herculean control, she pasted a saccharine smile on her face instead. Jason ate up the distance between them with large strides and sure footing. His straight black hair dared not move out of place despite sufficient winds and what looked like a lack of hair product. The morning sunlight played with the golden undertones in his brown skin, a blessing from his Polynesian heritage.
Her smile faltered a bit when he finally arrived before her. They stood closer than they had in years, and she must’ve forgotten his arresting eyes and how tall he was. He all but towered over her, and she had the urge to take a healthy step backwards. She’d last seen him at Ty and Nicole’s New Year’s Eve party. They hadn’t greeted one another, and they never found themselves in the same room.
Jason hugged Ty in that way many guys hug, with a lot of patting and thumping on each other’s backs, then he gave her sister a gentle squeeze, but Jolene only received a simple nod. She quelled an odd feeling that sprung at the dismissal.
“See, Jojo? He only has a backpack, so your suitcase will definitely fit in the front.” Nicole pointed to the bag slung over one of Jason’s impressively broad shoulders.
“It’s barely a two-day trip,” Jason said while he stared right at Jolene. His brow slightly furrowed.
“I needed a large suitcase for the wardrobe changes every five miles,” she retorted.
“Then in that case”—he gave her a quick once-over—“I hope to be impressed.”
She wasn’t quite sure if he made a judgment on her current outfit or the body underneath that would hypothetically be exposed in this ridiculous set-up. The possibility of the latter made her sweat. His eyes met hers again, and everyone—including Jason—waited for her to say something snarky. She failed to come up with anything and instead buckled under the intensity of his brown eyes. Thankfully, her lovely sister could sense she was drowning and interrupted the silence, which had gone on just long enough to make things uncomfortable, with a quick airy laugh.
“Why doesn’t Ty give you both a tour of the truck, then Jason can come inside and pick up the coffee I have for you in the kitchen,” Nicole said before she walked back into the house.
Ty slid the back door of the box truck open to reveal its contents. “In here we have most of the furniture and appliances from our bedroom, living room, and kitchen,” he said, motioning toward the extremely packed interior of the van.
Jolene spotted the rug she so admired wedged between a mattress and the van’s wall.
“Don’t worry about driving any differently, the fragile stuff is in our car,” Ty continued.
Ty and Nicole planned to leave several hours after Jolene and Jason because they expected the buyer of one of their personal vehicles to arrive later from out of town. The passenger area of the moving van had two seats and very little space between them. A small suitcase would definitely make the area feel more squished.
“What’s your number?” Jason asked as the three of them made their way to the house after the tour.
Under any other circumstance, Jolene might’ve been thrilled or at least slightly satisfied that an attractive man had asked for her number. But he delivered the question so matter-of-factly and without the slightest hint of flirtation that she recited her number like she would while ordering a pizza. A few moments later, a message came through her phone.
“I’ve set up a driving schedule and possible pit stops we’ll take on our trip,” he said.
Jolene studied the detailed itinerary that outlined how Jason would take the first six-hour driving shift and they’d swap places after lunch. He’d written out the gas stations they’d stop at and the possible restaurants and fast-food chains they might be interested in. He even included their operating hours. She now remembered how particular he was. Firmly pressing her lips together, she battled another rise of annoyance. She ultimately lost the internal fight and didn’t thank him for the perfect itinerary or even give an appreciative smile.
Instead, Jolene looked at him and said, “Wow, you really know how to take the fun out of things, don’t you?”
Jason winced, and Ty stifled a laugh.
Jolene Baxter would get on his last damn nerve on this trip. Jason had hoped, thought, and even prayed that she might not be the same obnoxious and immature twenty-three-year-old woman he met five years ago at Ty’s wedding. But when he got out of the Uber and her boisterous laugh pierced the otherwise serene street, he suspected the next two days would try him.
There wouldn’t be any peace with someone who purposely antagonized people. His only connection to Jolene was through Nicole and Ty, and thankfully that limited their interactions to a few times in a given year. She looked a little curvier from when he last saw her, and her black hair, which he’d only ever seen straight, was now really curly and piled on top of her head in some sort of bun. He’d always found her attractive, but whatever appeal her curves and smile had were eclipsed by an aggravating personality.
When they entered the house, Jolene collected her bag while Jason found the travel mug Nicole had promised in the kitchen. As Jason sipped his coffee, Ty wrapped up muffins in napkins on the kitchen counter.
“Man, you have to take some muffins for the road,” Ty said.
Jason looked at the rocklike objects skeptically. During their time at dental school, Ty had been legendary for his horrible baking. Most of their friends had indulged Ty in his attempts till they got sick from what he made.
Jason shook his head. “I got a ton of food. My mom packed some leftovers for me when I had dinner at her place last night.”
“You can’t have too much food,” Ty said while he stuffed the two napkin-wrapped muffins into the side pocket of Jason’s backpack that miraculously held everything. “How’s your mom doing, by the way?”
“She’s good. She started a podcast with my aunt, and they’re honestly living their best retiree lives,” Jason said while he mentally planned where along the trip he would dispose of the muffins.
“Seriously? That’s awesome. I need to find something interesting like that to suggest to my parents.”
“Yeah, it’s great because they’re so busy with that and their other social commitments that they don’t have enough time to worry about me.”
“Well, I appreciate you taking time to help me move my stuff.”
Ty was his best friend, and if he was being honest, his only real friend. Ty had refused to let him be the loner that came naturally to him during orientation week at dental school almost a decade ago. They’d gone through school together and created a bond that left Jason willing to do anything for him.
“It’s no problem, man. I’ve never driven this trip, so it’ll be interesting.”
“Oh, the landscapes and terrain are the least interesting thing you’ll have to contend with,” Ty said.
“We should be heading out now if we’re going by your schedule,” Jolene said as she entered the kitchen. Her mini suitcase trailed behind her on the tile floor, and her high-pitched voice echoed through the empty room.
Jason was sure somewhere a mirror fractured. Ty folded his arms across his beefy chest and grinned. Jason gritted his teeth and gave Jolene a complying nod. When one of your good friends asked you to accompany his sister-in-law across the country last minute, you did it with as much grace and composure as you could muster.
Chapter 2
They’d been on the road for a few hours and other than when Jolene pointed out the mountain goats an hour outside of the city, they’d not said anything to one another. Jason glanced over to Jolene once in a while to see what she was doing. And for hours at this point, Jolene had taken to tapping and clicking away at her phone and scribbling things in several notebooks she had sprawled acro
ss her lap.
It surprised him that the trip seemed to be unfolding pleasantly. There was no unnecessary chatter, the music he enjoyed played, and he drove with a passenger he wouldn’t even notice if not for her distractingly delicious mango-and-coconut scent.
A ringing sound disrupted the stasis they’d settled into, and Jolene turned the music off and held her cell phone to her ear.
“Hi, Yvonne. I got Christine’s email and it’s a go,” Jolene said, tapping Jason’s shoulder and motioning for him to roll his window up. “No, use the silver one instead of the black one,” she continued. “But put it inside and not around the back of the display, it looks tacky and cluttered when you can see the cords.”
The bizarre conversation went on for another five minutes and when she finally hung up, it became clear to him that he actually didn’t know what Jolene did for work. He knew that she’d gone to college but didn’t know the specifics. The assertive way she had spoken on the phone was messing with his previous idea of her. He supposed she might be more mature than he thought.
Before he could reconsider, he asked, “What do you do?” He cringed inwardly, knowing he had just broken their unspoken agreement to remain silent.
She looked at him for a long moment, and he thought she might ignore his question. But then she said, “I’m an account manager at Able & Quinn. It’s a public relations agency that specializes in beauty, fashion, and lifestyle brands.”