Chapter 3
The wheels turned and slid onto sandy surface, leaving the hard and hot asphalt of the highway. Parker maneuvered the car to a gas station to make a phone call.
Declan could only watch how tight lipped Parker was. No more words were exchanged between them. Parker’s arms tensed as he gripped the steering wheel. Declan tried to ignore them. On normal days he would gladly fondle those arms, kissing them, licking them. He closed his eyes and prayed that those days would be back soon.
The small dining area at the gas station was as miserable as the entire place. Not a patron was in sight and the owner dozed behind the counter. Parker walked in and rang the bell. The wrinkled old man jumped up.
“Sorry.” Parker cleared his throat. “We’re looking for a telephone.”
The man grunted, n
