Chapter Nine
She was quiet beside him as he pulled into the yard. It was in sad shape, but at least there was no longer garbage piled everywhere. It was all in the dumpster waiting for to be picked up.
“I should take you to a motel.” The nearest one was about forty-five minutes drive, and he was dead tired, but he’d make the trip if that was what she wanted.
“Here is fine.”
At least it wasn’t filthy inside. He didn’t know if the sheets on the bed were clean. He doubted it and hoped there were some fresh ones somewhere. He hadn’t gotten far enough in his exploration to find out.
His leg ached like a son of a b***h, but he dragged himself out of the truck and went around to the passenger side. Sarah was already out of the truck by the time he got there.
“You look at bad as I feel,” she
