Warren glanced over at Hayley where she sat in the passenger’s seat of his pickup watching him. He’d been surprised when she hadn’t pushed to find out where they were going and had started asking questions, not as if she was interrogating him, but like she was really curious about him. He finally turned the tables on her, asking some questions of his own, which she’d answered. He got the feeling she didn’t like talking about her parents, but pretty much anything else seemed to be fair game.
It took them almost an hour to reach the tiny town of Garrett. It was just a little community in the mountains west of Blackjack, not very big, but cute and homey just the same. He pulled into one of two restaurants in town. He’d been up here a few times and tried them both but he liked this one better
