Once we’d left Triple H off at the swankiest kennel we could find in the Milton area, I decided to have a look around the RV, and it was also incredibly swanky.

  I’d never actually been in an RV before, but Felicity had gone all out for this whole road trip thing. There was a massive fridge freezer (American style for the Europeans reading this) stocked with all sorts of goodies that Winona had told her in the group chat to fetch for us.

  Leather seating. A massive TV with built-in exterior speakers inside the walls. Marble countertop with LED mood lighting. Air conditioning. Coffee machines. Even pillows that had the words Irish Navajo stitched into them that didn’t come with this RV as standard.

  “The only problem,” I murmured, once we’d buckled up and hit the road, “is that there are only two beds.”

  “There are four beds, Nathan,” Felicity smiled. She was in the chair opposite me, while Benjamin was in the driver’s seat. Winona was strapped into the solitary chair to our right.

  “I know, but those ones are rock solid.” They were up and above the windowsills, two single beds that felt like I was lying on a patchwork of jagged spikes. It seemed that’s where the RV’s manufacturer had decided to cut corners.

  “We can share then,” Felicity said. The two beds that were usable were both king-sized, meaning they could fit two people comfortably into them. “Which means you can share one with—”

  “Me,” Winona cut in, “and you can share one with Benjamin.”

  “Felicity and I are close, Winona,” Benjamin said from the driver’s seat, “but not that close.”

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  “What? Don’t like snuggling with women?” I said.

  “No,” Benjamin answered. Then he swerved past the horrible sight of an entire hillbilly family pressed into one small car. We held our breaths in the back, and I wondered who on earth had decided to give Benjamin a trucker’s licence. His tales of getting it for future film stunts didn’t stand up to scrutiny to me.

  “So are you in the closet then?” I replied once I’d gotten my bearings.

  Felicity suppressed a giggle. “What do you want us to do, Nathan?”

  I wasn’t sure. I didn’t mind which of the girls (to pardon the pun) I slept with, but I didn’t want Winona snuggling against Benjamin. And she didn’t want to find me, it seemed, lost in Felicity’s bosom. But old Benny wasn’t going to suddenly admit he was in the closet.

  “Boys will stick with boys,” I grumbled out, “and girls with girls. Happy?”

  Winona and Felicity reluctantly nodded, and Benjamin gave the thumbs-up sign in front of me. It was a compromise that made no one truly happy, but it was the best we could muster up considering the circumstances.

  I looked out from the passenger window, and I saw the Prudential Tower fading out of view, much like my chances of having my crushes as snuggle buddies. I wanted to kick at the wooden table stand in frustration, but all that would do was cause a scene and turn eyeballs onto me.

  “So, which reservation are we heading to?” Benjamin asked.

  “Yeah, which one, dudes?” Felicity pressed. It was a bit strange and somewhat off-putting to hear Felicity say dudes. It made her feel a bit too urban for my tastes.

  I didn’t even know either, so I motioned for Winona to spill the beans.

  “It’s a Canadian one,” she answered.

  “That doesn’t answer the question, Winona,” Felicity pointed out.

  Then there was a beat.

  “…I’m not sure which one yet,” she admitted. I turned to Winona, and I realised she hadn’t given it much thought at all. She was still so horribly embarrassed about admitting to me she hadn’t been to a reservation that she wasn’t even sure where to look.

  I slumped down in my seat, and Felicity smelt blood in the water. There was more to Winona’s story than her sobering admission. She would find it, and then she would slowly unravel and strangle Winona with it.