Nicky's POV
I take a turn off the paved road and onto a long dirt and gravel one. Though I've only ever been here once before, I know the road lasts for about five miles and is relatively well taken care of. No potholes, no sudden dips or bumps. So long as someone has a vehicle capable of going off-road, they'll be fine.
Ryder stares out the window as we start down the road, the sound of shifting gravel under the tires and trees surrounding us as I drive us further into the forested area.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Ryder questions me for like the fiftieth time.
I feel like telling him to get out and he can walk the rest of the way. Tempting, but I don't do it.
"Yes," I reply again.
"So, this Quinn guy's totally okay with you just showing up whenever you feel like it?
