The farther we rode from the Lawson mansion, the lighter my chest felt.
I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together until the cold evening air rushed past us carrying away the tension that had settled over dinner.
Neither of us spoke because there wasn’t much point.
The steady rumble of Jace’s motorcycle filled the silence and somehow it said enough all on its own.
I kept my arms loosely around his waist while we followed the highway away from town, expecting him to turn toward the garage after a few miles. But he didn’t
Instead he took the next exit and followed a windoing two land road that climbed steadily into the hills overlooking the valley and I lifted my visor slightly.
“You missed the turn.” I said.
“I know.” He said.
“So we’re getting lost on pu
