Chapter Thirty-Six
I’D CLOSED MY eyes for a few minutes but opened them when I noticed that we were driving down a bumpy, gravel road, surrounded by trees.
“Where are we going?” I asked, sitting up straight.
He ignored me.
“Trevor?”
The road ended near a lake and he turned into an empty parking lot. There was a sign that read: “Prairie Lake Boat Launch, Private Property.”
“What are we doing here?” I asked, not happy.
He parked the car, rolled down the windows, and then flipped through the radio channels until he located a song he seemed to like. It was an older tune by Nickelback, “Savin’ Me.”
“What in the hell are you doing?” I said, watching him get out.
He came around and opened up my door.
“Let’s go,” he said, holding out his hand.
I glared up at him. “No. This isn’t funny.
