Robyn
Nash took one look at my small car and immediately insisted that we take his jeep. That was fine by me, I’d kinda been itching to have a ride with the top off. It was kind of an awesome feeling to be strapped to the seat with no doors, no roof, nothing but the wind whipping through my hair.
“I hope you charge Nix and Jack for your mileage,” I said as I pulled out my phone and entered the address of the research facility into the GPS feature. According to the phone’s calculations, it was about a forty-minute drive to the location. I slipped off my shoes and propped my feet up on the dash, watching Nash out of the corner of my eye to see if I got any reaction.
I didn’t. I looked for the radio, thinking maybe some music would pass the time, but weirdly, there was no audio syst
