The drive to Los Angeles was long and silent, both of them absorbed by their own thoughts. Cam didn’t know what Sara was thinking, but he was considering what he would do when he saw Josh again. He was torn equally between kissing him and killing him. Maybe kissing him, and then killing him.
He picked up the paper that had JD’s address scribbled on the margins, along with directions. They still had about twenty miles ahead of them—which was nothing in the early afternoon traffic—but it seemed more like a hundred. Especially since Cam had never been to Los Angeles.
“How are you doing?” Cam asked, eager to have something other than his own thoughts and anxiety to focus on.
She stared out the window, her hands knotted in her lap. “Okay, I guess,” came the noncommittal answer. “I was just…”
