There was some Saturday traffic headed toward the casino off Fort McDowell Road, but once they passed that exit, the volume of cars on the 87 northbound dropped a good bit. In direct contrast to his last trip out here, Evan stayed right around the speed limit, knowing that his car attracted enough attention on its own without going like a bat out of hell.
In the passenger seat, Zoe watched the dry landscape go past and didn’t seem inclined to say much. Was she replaying her actions of the previous night and trying to justify what she’d done? Or was she trying hard to forget?
He’d noticed the way she’d massaged her wrist a few times as she sat there, as if it still pained her somewhat, even though she’d said she was completely healed. She had pretty hands, small and slender, just like her
