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“You’re right,” Tanner says. “But sometimes it’s nice to turn off our phones and enjoy the scenery.”

He punctuates the last line with a long look at Kendall’s smoking hot body. She blushes under our gaze.

“Um, so, we need to catch a taxi to get there.”

My eyes widen.

“Seriously? I thought everything in this town was walking distance.”

“Most stuff is,” Kendall admits. “But the historical district is like, technically outside of town. So we need to call a cab. I actually already did, on my way in, so they should be here soon.”

“I honestly didn’t know you guys had a cab company,” I say.

She laughs.

“We only have one that is willing to service the area. They actually cover like five towns, since we’re all so small. They’re insanely slow to show up, but they get the job done when we need them to.”

I can’t imagine that. Growing up in Georgia, we lived close enough to the big city for there to be plenty of public transportation. Now that we live in New York, it’s even easier to get from point A to point B without a car. You can’t walk down the street without seeing at least ten taxis.

“I know, it’s crazy,” Kendall says, reading my face. “City boys like you are probably used to taxis nearly running you over every day. I’ve seen what the city looks like in movies. I can’t imagine having that many transportation options. I don’t get why there’s so much traffic in New York. Why would anyone but taxis bother driving?”

I shrug.

“Beats me, honestly. None of us have cars. We get by just fine using public transportation.”

“I don’t have a car, either. Boone is only like three miles from one end to the other. If I need to get somewhere, I walk there. Or I call for a taxi when I don’t mind waiting a while.”

“That’s why we were surprised,” I say. “We’ve been walking everywhere since we got here. Hardly anyone seems to drive. The roads are practically empty.”

“It’s how we like it. Nice and quiet, not a lot of pollution. I can’t imagine breathing the air up in New York. It’s probably all gas.”

She’s not wrong. I love New York, but the air quality is definitely better down here.

“You know, we hired a taxi to bring us down here from the airport,” I say. “The guy dropped us off and high tailed it out of here. We were starting to think we were trapped in the middle of nowhere. Had to wonder what Herbie got himself into.”

“It’s secluded, but it’s nice,” Kendall says. Her phone buzzes in her hand. “Taxi’s here. We better go. He won’t wait for us.”

We follow her out to where a yellow van is waiting. At least it’s big enough that the four of us can sit in the back without sitting on top of each other. On the way from the airport, the guy wouldn’t let any of us sit up front. Three guys over six feet are not meant to share the back of a sedan.

Kendall climbs in first, greeting the driver and giving him the address.

Tag and Tanner get in the very back, leaving me next to Kendall. Not that I’m complaining, but they do have a better view. Especially Tag, who gets to look on from the side, making out her every curve.

“It’s about a twenty-minute drive,” Kendall says. “We’ll get there in time for the last tour, I think.”

“Perfect,” I say. I’m surprised anything in Boone would take twenty minutes, but I trust that Kendall isn’t taking us anywhere awful.

“So Kendall,” Tanner says conversationally behind her. She shifts in her seat so she can see him. “Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself? What do you do for work?”

She blushes. “Oh. Um. I’m just a secretary. For a magazine.”

“What magazine?” I ask.

Kendall looks even more embarrassed.

“It’s calledSmexy. It’s a women’s magazine. We publish stories on women’s issues and like ‘how to get the guy’-type articles.”

“Sounds interesting,” Tag says.