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 cocked his head towards the parking lot. “That we should get back on the road. I swear to the gods that you can waste my time like nobody else.” He grinned at Oliver’s eye roll and extended a hand towards the car. “After you?”


The hostility, or the fear, or whatever the hell emotion was driving Oliver to distraction drained out of Oliver’s eyes, and he chuckled. “Well, that would be a first for us, wouldn’t it?”


“I swear to all that is holy…“ Boyd narrowed his eyes and glared at Oliver in mock-fury as Oliver pushed past him and onto the walkway.


Chapter 32