Chapter Two
We headed down the familiar long bumpy road. On some occasions it was all dirt, the truck squealing in protest from the rough terrain while the scent of pine whiplashed across my face. The windows were open now and the cool night air seemed to help settle my stomach. That was when I decided to approach any form of conversation.
Clearing my throat I tilted my head back against the seat. “So, Heather told me you’re helping out her father for the summer.” It seemed a logical way to stimulate some sort of response.
“She’s right,” his short reply followed.
I nodded while wracking my brain for something else to say. He didn’t seem one for talking.
He slammed on the brakes as something came within view. My heart almost leapt from my throat at the sudden stop. His arm immediately
