TWELVE
BEING ON THE ROAD WITH Danny was easy. He made everything so easy. The rocking of the truck had been responsible for her drifting off more than once over the last three days. Apparently, she’d been lulled to sleep again. Music floated into her consciousness before anything else. It wasn’t loud, which was sweet, he’d probably worried about disturbing her. When his muttering of the song lyrics met her ears, she smiled.
On her side, tucked against the semi-reclined seat, waking up to the sight of his profile was a gift. The darkness outside didn’t worry her, though it did mean she’d been asleep for a while. Last she remembered they’d just finished lunch and got back on the road.
For three days, they’d been driving, rather Danny had. Parking at truck stops whenever he wanted to rest,
