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 gave up shock for pleased. With one hand he cupped the back of Oliver’s head, the other arm he wrapped around Oliver’s waist, and he tugged Oliver in an attempt to pull their bodies impossibly closer. The tip of Oliver’s tongue touched Boyd’s upper lip and he accepted it without hesitation. For several moments the only sounds in the car was the catch and release of their lips, the wet exploration of their tongues, and the drawing of breath.


It was slow. It was sweet. It was entirely too much connection between two strangers. Boyd pulled back and stared at Oliver until Oliver opened his eyes. “I’m kind of getting a little confused by the mixed signals,” Boyd said, surprised by the husky undertones in his own voice.


Chapter 36