Staying in the right lane, Billy eased his speed to the legal limit of sixty miles an hour. Had to get used to the conversion. In the last hours, he’d been taking the car up to eighty miles an hour, forgetting that these weren’t kilometers on the speedometer. Another heavy weight truck passed him and then another, and he glanced up at the rear-view mirror to see a long line of eighteen-wheelers rolling fast in the left lane. This highway was busy, long, and boring. Nothing but trees, gas stations, and fast food joints along the way.
Where was the scenery? The ocean? The mountains?
But Xavier didn’t want to take the scenic route, insisting they make good time and arrive in Florida later tonight. He yearned to see the sun rise in Daytona Beach.
Billy wasn’t even quite sure where that city
