I planned for every situation on my solo road-trip adventure except for the gorgeous, broody stowaway I find passed out in my food truck my very first night.
I haven’t seen my childhood best friend since that horrible afternoon seven years ago when we both lost our parents. When I was adopted by an awesome couple, and Silas got stuck with an abusive uncle. And then spent the last two years in juvie.
And while I love my life now: my adoptive family, the private school, my amazing friends … it’s all just borrowed. I haven’t done a thing to deserve any of it.
This food truck business selling cookies at festivals across New England over the summer, is one of the few ways I could think of to prove to myself that I can stand on my own two feet. And that I’m more than just a charity-case who hit the mother-load.
Then I find a strange guy passed out on my mint green comforter when I pull over my first night. A gorgeous, hungover stranger. Who, it turns out, is not a stranger at all. He’s Silas. My Silas. All grown up. And not nearly as happy to be reunited as I am.
But after a call to his case worker, I manage to recruit him as my reluctant co-pilot. And now my cookie-selling road trip becomes the opportunity I’ve spent seven years waiting for: the chance to make things right for what happened that fateful afternoon that separated us.
But that will only happen if this new moody, wise-cracking, version of Silas lets down some of his walls and lets me in. Because I’m starting to suspect more happened that long-ago afternoon, and while I’ve managed to move on from it all, Silas is still clearly trapped by it.
*PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED UNDER THE TITLE WHEN JACKIE HIT THE ROAD
