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

“Answer…answer…“ Boyd’s eyes roamed the screen.


“The big fucking green button that says answer,” Oliver replied in deadpan.


Boyd grinned, but kept his laugh quiet. Sometimes it was just fun to fuck with Oliver. He managed to get the arrow to hover over the button and suddenly Boyd’s screen with filled with a swirl, then a pixilated image, and finally Oliver.


“Oh,” Boyd breathed. Four weeks had been an impossibly long time to not see Oliver’s face. “You cut your hair.”


Oliver’s image nodded, while Oliver’s smile grew. “And you shaved.”


“I do that sometimes,” Boyd said. He reached up to the screen, fingertips ghosting over the outline of Oliver’s face. And even through the camera’s eye, Boyd could see Oliver’s eyes darkening and Oliver’s face softening.


Chapter 45