Chapter 12
Charlie
Saturday morning, Lance tells me he wants to help me relax for the weekend. He corrals me into his brother’s Humvee. “Come on,” he says, “I have a surprise for you.”
Surprise. I sort of hate surprises. I mean, how do you plan properly?
But it’s Lance, who makes me feel like I’d be safe anywhere, who I trust to take care of all my needs, because he’s made it his life’s mission.
“We’re flying somewhere?” I ask, digging my nails into my jeans so I don’t bite them off.
“Maybe.”
Lance drives down the road toward the tiny Taos airport. The not knowing drives me nuts. Meanwhile, Lance sits completely relaxed, one big hand on the steering wheel, the other one covering my knee. Maybe some of his calm will rub off on me.
He passes the terminal and drives us to a smaller bu
