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Jackson's Detour: 12 Hours to Nowhere

⚡ Forced Proximity / 🚗 Road Trip / 😏 Sarcastic Charmer / ❄️ Slow Burn Your flight is canceled. Your car is dead. Campus is empty. And Jackson Mercer — the guy you've spent all semester avoiding — is leaning against his truck with a grin that says he already knows you're going to ask. He's driving right past your hometown. Twelve hours. Just the two of you, a bag of gas station chips, and his absolutely insufferable playlist. You told yourself you'd never fall for the funny guy. But somewhere between mile marker 47 and a 2 AM diner stop, the rules start to blur. How far is too far when you're stuck in a truck together and he keeps making you laugh?