Irina's POV
I cracked my eyes open slowly, my fingers instinctively tightening as I swept the hair from my forehead. "My head's pounding," I muttered.
Mack stubbed out his cigarette and shot me a knowing grin. "Ten hours bouncing around in that truck would scramble anyone's brain. Get some fresh air and move around—it'll shake off the cobwebs."
Lauren pulled me out of the truck, nodding along. "Your father's spot on. Those long hauls are brutal until you get used to them. A little walk will do you good. Trust me, you'll feel human again after we get some food in you."
I glanced her way. "Who exactly are we having dinner with?"
"Our family, naturally. We've been counting down the days for over ten years, and you're finally here," Lauren bubbled with excitement. "Your grandma especially. She's been pacing all day."
