With Drew fully in command of his faculties, I didn't have a damn thing to do once we got in the car.
He knew where we were going, he could use his own phone and nav system without any help from me, and he certainly didn't seem inclined to start a conversation, driving a little too fast and in grim, thoughtful silence.
I'd have given a lot to know what he was thinking about, but on the other hand…probably better not to ask.
Midafternoon sun slanted in through my window, too bright and hot without the mitigating effect of the cool breeze outside.
I tried rolling my window down a few inches.
The noise and the wind in my face drove me nuts. I rolled it back up again.
Drew didn't say anything.
It'd taken us a little while to get on the road, time I'd spent sitting awkwardly in the kitchen with Landon, who'd made two giant pots of coffee while we waited. When I'd come back to the house, he'd told me Drew was off somewhere talking to Calder.
