Chapter 7

It’s almost fully dark as we pull into the hotel parking lot. And although we didn’t talk much on the way back into town, like we had nothing more to say to each other, somehow I don’t want the evening to end this way. “You could come up for a coffee or something,” I blurt out to the dashboard.

The dashboard doesn’t reply. Neither does Kyle, for a minute or two. In fact, I’m about to open the door and get the hell out of there by the time he answers. “You sure?”

“I asked you, didn’t I?” Snappish and defensive. Real inviting, Michael.