Steven hurried on. “And you tell me when I’m pushing you away, what do you think?”
“Deal.” Carlos laughed. “I’m glad this happened, you know? Not the getting lost part, and sure as hell not the wreck, but you and me. I’ve been wanting this for so long now. The whole reason I wanted to go out tonight was to get us back on track.”
From somewhere behind them, Steven heard a soft clomp in the gravel, like the hoof of a horse. “What was that?” he asked, spinning around.
The road was empty. They were alone.
Carlos frowned. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Steven heard it again, in front of them this time. He whirled back around, fear gripping his throat. But nothing moved as far as he could see—the trees stood like dark sentinels along the edge of the road, which stretched away into the distance. Ahead, he could barely see the glint of starshine off the tail end of their car, cast off to one side like a discarded toy.
“Are you hearing this or am I just going crazy?” he whispered.