" I open the door and jump into the passenger seat. Sprinkles leap from the donut and cascade around the car, mostly between my seat and the console.

Jude glares at me. I smile. "Sorry. You know kids are messy. You should get used to it."

"You're not a kid anymore. Stop eating my food, messing up my car and demanding I chauffeur you everywhere," Jude grumbles and starts the engine. "

― Victoria Denault , Slammed (San Francisco Thunder, #2)