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

The three words pinged through Boyd’s blood, pinball bearings shot hard and true, on the direct and whizzing path to the tip of Boyd’s cock. “Yeah. Okay. How about we just not be ridiculous, hmm?”


The speakers continued to crackle and for too many seconds, Boyd forgot how to work the knob that would change the station.


Whether Oliver’s voice sounded sincere or amused, Boyd couldn’t quite figure.


“This, what you’re doing here, and what you’ve done…well, let’s just say that you saved my ass. It’s the least I can do. Besides, I don’t mind doing it. I like it.”


Chapter 20