Caroline
Nervousness causes my leg to jump up and down as he drives us wherever it is we're going. There's no console in the middle of the truck, and I want desperately to move across the bench seat, but I don't want to do that until he invites me to. We're driving through downtown Harper Valley in silence, because neither one of us will break this f*cking ice.
Until I can't take it anymore. “So where are we headed?"
He chuckles, running a hand over his face. “I was wondering how long you'd let me keep you in the dark. You don't strike me as the type of person who doesn't know where you're going."
“No, you're right about that." I pull my hair up in the back to keep the strands from blowing all around. We have the windows down, and I love the smell of the upcoming summer. In Atlanta, yo
