I couldn't stay here anymore. Maybe it wasn't my place to voice my opinion on how to handle Harry, but it was annoying that they pushed me away one minute and then expected me to step in and fix shit later. You'd think that Dad of all people wouldn't do that to me since everyone does it to him, but I guess that is the way it goes. It was clear they
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I'd packed just a few things (Okay, two suitcases, but two is much better than I usually am!) and I made it downstairs just in the nick of time. Twenty minutes wasn't very long to get everything together but I didn't blame him for being in a rush. I'd left Dawn and Buffy each a message on their cellphones that I was gonna be gone for a few days and please try not to burn my office down.
"Okay, I'm here." I announced, kissing him hard on the mouth before opening the back and throwing my suitcases in there. "Where are we going?" I asked him, as I got into the passenger seat and pulled my seatbelt on.
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"We can go wherever you want. San Francisco, San Diego, wine country, Lake Tahoe, whatever you want is cool."
I wanted her to be able to decide something since I basically demanded she run off with me. Not that she would have said no. I had a feeling the situation at the hotel had been weighing on her for awhile now too.
I let out a sigh as I looked over at her and smiled, "You're what keeps me sane in the middle of this chaos. You know that right?"
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"Let's go to San Fransisco." I suggested. "I haven't been there in forever and maybe the beach will be relaxing." Two seconds too late I realized that he'd just spent the entire summer ona deserted island and probably wasn't looking forward to going back. "And there's a spa, or you know...we could just stay in the room." I smiled at him a little bit.
With a sigh I turned around to see that the hotel had completely disappeared from view now with as fast as Connor was driving. Like he was trying to escape something and I really couldn't blame him.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on now?" I asked him, threading my fingers through his on the shifter.
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