Trent pulled into the parking lot of the Mexican restaurant. The ride into Dayton was relaxed. Their talk was casual, sticking mostly to what they’d each done earlier in the day. When they’d entered the city, however, conversation had died down, and she seemed content to sit back and enjoy the ride. So when she suddenly started laughing, it caught his attention.
“What?”
“The Crazy Burrito?”
“Strange name for a restaurant, isn’t it?” He chuckled.
“It is,” she said.
Trent maneuvered the truck into an empty spot, hopped out, and met her on the other side. “Good food. Good atmosphere. What more could you want?”
She smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”
They were seated in a booth toward the rear of the restaurant. The place was nearly half full of patrons. It was an improvement since the las
