Chapter 3Damn. Zen didn’t need to get all tingly over a laugh, especially not a cop’s laugh. A cop who he’d invited to come with him to Minwall. s**t. He so hadn’t thought this through, but Fred had looked so adorable when thinking about the best way to get to Minwall, the question jumped out of Zen’s mouth before his head had time to catch up with his d**k—like so many times before.
If Fred came along, would he have to drive back to Waterside Cross before he headed down to Manheim? It would be a detour. But could he bring Fred along? Have him sleeping next to him in a tent all the way? Zen didn’t want to waste what little money he had left on hotels and s**t. He would need it once he’d gotten rid of the car.
Justin would be at the finish line with his bike and most of Zen’s belongings.
