Kade
The next morning, Marisol, Cameron, and I left the packhouse around 7:30 AM to start the three-hour trek back to Blue Moon. Thorne was not there when we left, I hadn’t seen him since dinner, so I guessed that he was still licking his wounds from our verbal sparring match.
Asshole.
About an hour into the journey, I pulled over to a gas station off the highway.
“Alright gang, we’re switching trucks,” I announced.
“Really? But why?” Marisol asked.
“Because we’re not going to be exactly where we’re ‘supposed’ to be. And we could be being tracked,” I whispered.
Cam was asleep in the back seat, but I erred on the side of caution; I didn’t want him to overhear us and get suspicious or, even worse, excited. Marisol then nodded her head and climbed out of
