Roxie rested her cheek against the cool window glass, watching the city bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon go by. Every time she thought she had things figured out in her head, something or someone shifted again, like light on water, impossible to grasp.
Her current source of confusion sat in the driver’s seat of an electric Ford pickup truck, driving them to his home.
With the sunglasses he’d put on as soon as they entered the truck and the loud rock playing on the car’s stereo, Roxie wasn’t sure if this was another side of Lucas she hadn’t been aware of, or if he was putting on a performance either to prove he could be as cool as Mitch. The other alternative was that he was doing this to get a reaction out of her.
Roxie refused to give him the satisfaction. At least, not
