“Luxury cars are nice, but there’s nothing like a good, sturdy truck. Robust and dependable, that’s what I like,” Neal commented. He ran one hand along the side of a pickup truck a few decades old. “Don’t you think?”
“Y-yeah.” Caught off guard, Hayden faltered. He wasn’t sure what, but he had the definite feeling Neal was trying, in some roundabout way, to tell him something.
The clouds began to darken, and though the storm still looked a distance away, they were ominous. Those thunderheads were the perfect reflection of how Hayden’s lie of omission hung over his head.
“I need to tell you something.” There, Hayden had begun, he’d said it, and now he’d have to follow through. No stopping him and no going back.
Neal turned to him and smiled. Without warning the wind picked up and the tem
