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

Boyd released a long breath and squeezed his awakening groin. “Down, boy. We have no time for that.”


Instead of getting out of the car though, Boyd fell back against the seat and closed his eyes. It had been a good night, even if he’d felt like an ass when Oliver had told him why. It wouldn’t happen again, not with the implication of paybacks hanging over his head, but he’d be a damn liar if he didn’t admit that it had felt good. Or that he really, really wantedto do it again. And again. And then more. And then do thatagain, too. Boyd opened his eyes, peeked through the side window, and couldn’t stop himself from feasting visually on Oliver once again. Hell yes, he thought—all the things, all the time.


Chapter 30