"I hope you didn't mind that we went to the drive-through."
They were about two miles out of town, parked off the road in the midst of some scrub and stunted mesquite trees. Mark took the bag with their breakfast in it and began dividing up the food.
"No. Not at all." Chloe blew on her coffee through the slit in the lid and took a slow, careful sip. "As a matter of fact, this is a lot better. No people around to stare."
"Have they been doing that?" he asked. "Staring at you? I didn't notice it so much yesterday."
She shrugged. "I think they might be getting used to me. But I'm still the crazy idiot who doesn't realize her friend just took off. ‘After all,'" she mimicked, "‘who would kidnap someone out here? And where would they take them?'" She paused. "You believe me, right?"
Mark held her gaze, his eyes locked with hers. "I told you I did. And you know why I do. I don't think for a minute that you're making something out of nothing here."