Olivia Lawrence's POV

Anita drove until the sun was up, and we pulled off the interstate as we approached Baton Rouge, Louisiana. "Pancakes all right with everyone?"

"PANCAKES, YAY!" Vicki had woken ten minutes earlier and was a little sore and crabby from being in the booster seat all night. I couldn't blame her, my neck had a crick in it, and I'd had to wipe the drool from my face when I woke up.

"IHOP it is," Anita said.

"Just pull in front and get out, I'll fill the tank and come back to you," Mike said.

"Sounds good." She stopped in front of the doors, and I unbuckled...