She smirked in response. Football was absurd, and Phaedra'd never understood it. It was large men in spandex smacking each other's butts.
Phaedra took his keys out of his hand and unlocked the truck. She could drive just fine. And staying here was not much of an option. There were too many people, however this was going to go. Dirty laundry aired in public wasn't Phaedra's style.
Once they were inside the truck and it was started, Phaedra drove them just outside of York and off a highway ramp. It wasn't fair, and the excuse that it was pretty here would work just fine. It was. The sky was clear, the stars were out, and there were quiet fields here and tall wildflowers, even though it was late fall.