For as long as Boyd can remember, he's been pushing pins into a map. Carson City, Las Vegas, Albuquerque -- all places he wants to see, for a dozen different reasons that wouldn't mean a thing to anyone else. When he finally gets a chance to purchase the '70 Plymouth Duster of his dreams, at a price that even he can manage, Boyd jumps at the opportunity.<br><br>Oliver seems like just another kid with a broken dream when their paths cross in Vegas. Against Boyd's better judgment, he offers to let Oliver hitch along for the ride when Oliver confides the need to get out and get gone.<br><br>But isn’t long before Boyd realizes Oliver's reasons for running are more complicated -- and more dangerous -- than Oliver let on. Boyd doesn't like people who play hardball, and he definitely doesn't like people messing with a man who's managed to light a fuse that Boyd forgot he had.

Road Trip

“Shit.” Boyd sighed, and for the millionth time in his life Boyd cursed the fact that his momma hadn’t raised him to up and walk away when he smelled trouble. Being snubbed while trying to be flirty was one thing to walk away from, but seeing real trouble lurking and not doing anything about it was just all kinds of asking for trouble later on.


Body stepped quickly through the lobby, tracing the kid’s path, hating himself for the fact that he was hoping and praying the kid would have disappeared into the crowd.


Chapter 6