The drive is quiet, the roads a little eerie with the blanket of snow that covers everything around us. I glance over again at the fire fighter, who taps his thumb on the steering wheel in time with the soft melody that flows from the speakers by our feet.
‘We didn’t tell mum that we were leaving’ I murmur after a few minutes.
‘It’s OK, I text her’ Ryker replies simply.
I frown, because I never saw him take out his phone while we were sitting outside of my mother’s house.
‘When?’ I demand.
‘When you were walking around the back of my truck’ Ryker states, his lips tilting up again.
My mouth falls open, how . . what . . huh . . .
‘But I hadn’t said that I would come with you then’ I blurt out finally.
The firefighter nods, ‘no, you hadn’t’ he agrees but doesn’t elaborate further.
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