EIGHTEEN
The day had far too many ups and downs to be dealt with on such a little supply of caffeine. Grey brought them to a diner to refuel before they started on the shopping list Mark had given them.
Sage slid into a booth, grabbing the menu, eager to devour everything listed in the breakfast column.
Grey flagged a waitress down and ordered the coffee. He must have read her mind. After all the driving they’d done, she could probably polish off a pot all on her own.
“Did you know Ava would track us?” Sage asked, keeping her face behind the plastic menu.
“Are you really that surprised?” Grey chuckled.
“So all that back in my apartment, about turning me in, was for show?” Sage hated the way she just couldn’t read that man’s intentions.
“Someday you will have to trust that I’m on you
