Chapter 45

Even this depressing awareness didn’t kill Dan’s appetite, though. He ate every bite of the delicious omelet and washed it down with two cups of coffee. Meanwhile, Trek toyed with his food, his faraway stare missing Dan by at least forty-five degrees. What was the other man thinking? Could he be anxious to get back on the road?

With a sudden urge to shatter the silence which was growing awkward, Dan blurted the first thing he thought of, a question. “Is your name really Trek? I mean for a travel writer, it’s just too perfect.”