Tabitha’s POV

Luca drives in tight silence for maybe three minutes before he decides to break it.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, gripping the wheel and glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

“What the hell was what?” I say, raising a brow.

“You barging to the campsite uninvited and insisting you stay,” he barks back, shifting his eyes back on the road.

“What, I’m not even allowed to go camping now?” I reply defensively.

“You can, if you can plan it on your own,” Reed fires back beside me.

That one hits harder than I want it to. I bald my fist and clench my jaw.

“You’re...